"I’m afraid you don’t have a choice," Ron answered, his voice tinged with faux regret. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small bottle. Uncorking it, he grabbed her chin with one hand and forced her head back. She tried to bite him and he slapped her again before grasping her chin once more. Squeezing her cheeks, he forced her mouth open and poured several drops of the liquid into her mouth, then released her.