"No it's not. You shouldn't lie, Helly. Or are these your delusions again? You never went to law school. Who would let a woman in to study law in the first place?"

He walks around the chair, needle in hand, and approaches her from the side, swiftly puncturing the side of the gluteus, forcing the needle through tensed muscle. He meets her eyes before he depresses the plunger and speaks, as though wanting to ensure his patient is perfectly lucid to hear him say one last thing, a polite, insincere smile at the corners of his mouth as he assures her—

"I can do whatever I want down here. Goodnight, Helly."