<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 12px">Callie watched the man. His wide grin like that of a predator. Damn it. How could this happen. She felt the tightening of the grip on her. She flinched at the twist of her arm, but not a single sound came from her. Hardly even a reaction on the outside. Inside she was cursing in pain. From the pounding in her head to all the aches that were making themselves known. Callie never gave her name. She was just known as The Hunter. Not many knew Callie's name and those who had found out were dead. The blonde fixed her feet as she stood up straight. Longknife, Pirate Captain of the Iron Lady. The name was qell known and most wouldn't even fathom the idea of hunting him. Callie was different. She had no fear, nothing to fear. Just anger and hate. The rage in those blue eyes as she watched his own take her on. He wasn't expecting her, that much was obvious by the lusty look in his eyes. The words he spoke next made a chill run up her spine. Fuck no. Her heart began to race. This wasnt happening. She felt a tug and she growled her elbow swinging. As he blocked she slammed her head into his jaw. "Fuck off." She hissed and brought her knee around to the man's gut. Stumbling back she lost her footing and fell back. In her fall she found a piece of wood. She swung and found all her breath lost. Her world went black for a split second. <br/>
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He must have caught her stomach because when she regained her breath, it was sharp and painful. She coughed and gasped for air again. Her rib was cracked, no wonder his hit made her loose her breath. The sharp pain was not something she liked. Shifting she closed her eyes and bit her lip. The rope dug into her skin as he worked fast to tie her. Head still spinning, fading in and put ahe couldnt really fight him and catch her missing breath. When she was hoisted up into the air she frit her teeth to keep from making a sound. She'd squirm a bit here and there, but she was struggling to breath. Now that she could feel her ribs being sensitive she couldn't ignore the severe pain. Suddenly she could not longer feeling the rain. Dropped onto the floor with a thud she gasp. Looking up to the man, her icy blues glaring at him. She didnt speak a word, she couldn't far of whinpering or showing weakness was not in her agenda today. Instead she just stared until he left. The door closed, maybe it even locked, but she didnt much care, all she wanted was to get out of this god awful position. Her ribs were screaming at her, wanting to feel better. She hated cracked ribs. They were the worse. She was probably bruising. <br/>
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Hands by her feet she slipped her hand into her boot, wiggling her finger around just right to find a small razor that she kept very well hidden. No one had managed to find it. Slipping it between two fingers she worked at the damn rope, though it'd still take a while to cut. She hadn't sharpened the razor in some time. She let out a frustrated exhale. This was not how she had planned on any of this. This was a absolute nightmare. She focused on cutting the fuiine, but the more she moved the harder it became.  That was when she heard the door.  She dropped the razor. She nearly swore as she watched the shadow of a man enter. She kept quiet, not wanting to speak a word. Insults didnt do much and she had already told him what she thought. He dodnt need to hear it again. She turned her face so her hair hid her face, unwilling to look up at him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.</span></span>