It was engaging to see her lift the tape off, her frustrations boiling over. Rade's eyes were stuck on her mouth when she freed it. Her voice was compromised from having been locked up for a while. His head turned to one side while she spoke, like he was studying her instead of listening. She was already a prize, dressing like he wanted and not trying for every possible route of escape. Was the interest in his expression for her questions or her predicament?<br/><br/>The conversation they might have had was pulled from the air between them when her somewhat reasonable request turned to thoughts of mutiny, mirrored on the knives she was eyeing. His brow twitched with a challenging but instantly beastly mood. Rade huffed like her twisting around - abandoning that idea - had been her apology or defeat. He stood, she'd be able to hear it, and walked over to the choice of blades.<br/><br/>"Kill." he mused, pulling a long cutter out of the rack. "Rape." He tried the weight in his palm and then spun it once in the air, to catch the metal instead of the handle. "Those are some fun things you're saying." Like he'd not thought it, and she'd suggested it. He came over to her. Almost naked lady with pleasantly swelling tits, and silver tape reapplied. He tossed the knife in front of her.<br/><br/>"What if those were my story, Allison?" he asked. "You're so brave, you're so angry, why don't you cut the answer out of me?" he pushed, hissing the words into her ear. He stroked down her naked back and slid his fingers under her bikini bottom to squeeze her ass that he'd already seen and slapped. "Here." he said and ripped the tape off her face. He hoped the harshness stung her.<br/><br/>"Go ahead." he nodded to the knife as he molested her butt, fingers crawling closer to the cleft, sneaking deeper between the cheeks. "Pick it up and say whatever you want." he offered and wiggled his longest finger against her tightest decimal. "Make me answer. Or, if you think it's ridiculous you'd have a chance, and it's really a better choice not to make demands in your situation, then maybe you should get down on your knees right now, like you did before, and put that recently freed mouth to use, so I can start forgiving you for talking."<br/><br/>His presence was as imposing as one's own death could be. He'd not liked her sleight. The whole point of trust was that she wouldn't overstep, and now he knew she couldn't be free, if she thought she could make her own decisions. "Maybe you can get some answers if you ask my cock instead?"