He suddenly had a fistful of her hair to make her cooperate. She was whimpering into his unsympathetic eyes and curling under his body towering over her. When he asked her again if she'd be quiet, she nodded quickly and sniffled.
He let go of her hair and ran his fingers through it instead.
Then he cupped his hand on her cheek.
He was smiling. His eyes were still squinty and mean so she thought this was a sadistic smile.
"Your parents are cooperating, Jackie," he said to her.
She panted as he inched closer to her.
He put both hands on her face and looked into her eyes. "Relax, Jackie," he said.
She exhaled and said, "Jack
eline
."
He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them. "We're just going to hold you for a little while longer, okay, Jackie?"
"Don't hurt me," she said in a small voice.
He lifted her chin and peered into her eyes seriously. "Don't give us reason to, okay, Jackie?"
She nodded.
He stood up. She was in the chair, her feet curled up, dressed only in the T-shirt she was wearing when they took her.
He still had his hand on her hair, stroking it gently, running his fingers through, holding it up to see how long her hair was. "Nice," he muttered under his breath.
He let go of her. She followed his big hands to the button of his pants as he opened them. A small gasp escaped her, and she shriveled up in that chair, holding her legs.