The scientist snapped his fingers, and one of his lackeys handed him a spray bottle. He spritzed it into the air experimentally, staring straight into Cyra's eyes. "You will stay still, or we'll be forced to resort to harsher methods."
Meanwhile, Sage was pouting, but obediently sitting on the chair. She examined the material it was made of. "Seems like metal, but the luster isn't quite like steel. It has some warmth to it. Hmm."
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