When she tried to rise again, Alves again shoved her to the ground, but this time he followed through, wrestling her until she was laying on her stomach. "You don't do anything without my permission anymore. This is the hard part, I'll have you know," he muttered, as he began to rifle through his pockets for... Something. "It's not like they're going to voluntarily chain their wrists to the stock, you know?" Of course, Tara probably didn't know... Tara was probably thinking more about escaping.<br/><br/>Finally Alves pulled out of his pocket, with a small, clear plastic baggie in hand, two pills inside of it. He lifted his weight off of her body and flipped her onto her back, then rested on her chest again, not squeezing her to death but sure as hell discouraging her from moving. "We've got a very delicate operation going here, and have all the technology and the machinery we need, but sometimes you just have to fuck all the bullshit and use some pills." He pulled the two pills from his baggie, and gripped her tightly by the face with his free hand. "Open your mouth. You will swallow these. Or you will be beaten until you lose consciousness, and I will<em>not</em>be gentle. It is your choice."