Why use a boring desk for working when you can use our captive instead? You can sit on it, have it hold your glass of water, and if it complains, remind it that it's also your favorite fidget toy to chew on.
This is what happens when it believes it can say no. It gets strapped and fixed to a hard wood board. Film wrap squeezing tears out of him, pressing his ankles and his skull against the wood. No talking. No refusing. Just a weeping noisy thing.
How long did you think it took him to start crying under there?