"You’re not living up to the court’s expectations," Terezi said sternly. She gently rubbed the length of her cane against Dave’s reddened bottom, noting how he winced. "Doesn’t the accused realize that the prosecutor can smell the delicious salt of his tears?
Terezi pulled the cane back, her lips curling as she felt him wince in anticipation.
"I had been led to believe that you were a coolkid, Mr. Strider. But all that lays before me is a sniveling, shaking kid who is decidedly uncool."
Terezi paused, enjoying the muffled sound of Dave trying to talk through the gag in his mouth.
"Nothing you say will change the prosecution’s case. And I’m just getting started."