Finn dragged the thief by the legs, Majestria strolling beside him like a supervisor making sure the punishment stayed on schedule. The man could barely twitch from all the damage Finn (and mostly Majestria) had inflicted. And if he did try to move, Majestria would probably uppercut him into orbit just for breathing wrong.
So all he could do was cry, beg, or talk trash.
He did all three.
"Please, I'm sorry! I won't ever steal again!"
"One," Finn muttered.
"W-Where are you taking me?!"
"Two."
"I-I'm not scared of you people! You won't do anything to me!"
"Three."
Finn dropped the man's legs with a thud and spun around, glaring down. "Can you shut up?!"
The thief froze like a toddler caught misbehaving in church, gulping so loudly it was almost comedic. Finn sighed, grabbed the legs again, and kept dragging with zero care. He already knew exactly where this guy was going, and nothing was going to change his mind.
