Not finishing after everything Francis has done for and to him here would be endurable. If that’s the best threat that Francis has, he should know that.

“Whatever y—“ The word is cut off by a gasp, a real gasp, that’s come out of Raju’s mouth all on its own. His thighs joined the rebellion of his body too, spreading wider to avoid the sudden sensation of… whatever that had been, and his hips had squirmed, trying to find some escape that isn’t there. His upper body had begun to curl forward, and the handcuffs hit the wood above him again as he straightens with a too loud thunk. It’d happened too quickly for Raju to put a stop to it.

He raises his chin, looking ahead of himself again. He finds himself clearing his throat once, quietly.

“Whatever you like,” he tells the wall, neutrally. “Captain.”