If he gags her, then she will have no chance to get out this situation. Her words are her only defense now. She tries to make a promise to herself,<i>You be nice, Audrey LaBelle! </i><br/><br/>It is, of course, oh so difficult to think when she feels her body want to move. Control is such a powerful want when it is so cruelly taken away. Groaning, Audrey tries yet again to reach a knot, to move her arms. Her fingers stretch out, as she pinches her legs as close together as they will go as if she could will those stupid ropes closer to her grasp. When she gives up, again, she is breathless and she rests her cheek against the soft wool carpet, and looks up at the thief with the amused expression.<br/><br/>"I don't have those things with me. Honestly." It is better to tell the truth. He can "frisk" her all he wants, but it won't change the facts. Audrey had decided that it was better to leave all her personal effects on the edge of the property where she had parked. She had known that it would be a long, and slow trek across the lawns, and up and over walls and past security. That meant that at any point Audrey might have dropped her wallet, or her room key. It had been smarter--and safer--to simply leave it with her vehicle.<br/><br/>"But wait!" Audrey says, squirming anew when she sees Thackery frown and move closer to make good on his promise. "I can tell you where my car is. It's just up the road not far from your front gates. Send one of your goons if you don't believe me. All my things are in the car."<br/><br/>As the bound and trapped woman finds herself on her side again, she feels her utility belt digging into her hip. Audrey blinks, suddenly remembering that she is not yet entirely helpless. Audrey mentally curses herself for forgetting about all the little goodies she kept with her for such emergencies. How she let this man take her off her game so completely--what a fool she is! Just maybe if she could reach into that tiny pouch... there! With her back to the man, perhaps he will not notice the little pin that might just be enough.<br/><br/>Of course, giving this man a full view of her full, bulging breasts is not<i>at all</i>what she wants. She feels his eyes raking over her body as tangibly as she might feel those hands--smooth fingers that are soft and masculine in equal measure. For the moment, she uses her own body as distraction so that he might not see the pin she manages to slip into her fingertips. Audrey smiles sweetly up at the man, while her fingers quickly start to work at the first of the handcuff locks.<br/><br/>"See, polite and cooperative! No need for stinky socks or frisking. Promise." Of course, her car is nowhere near the front gate. It would be at least a few minutes before he discovers the lie hidden in her truth.