"Did you scare me? Oh gee, no. No. Not at all." Her tone drips with sarcasm as she rolls her eyes, quickly blinking away her drying tears. "You're seriously going to ask me that. You wave a gun in my face, and then you ask me if I am afraid?! That has got to be the most ridiculous question. You, the 'great' King of Spades, are an idiot."<br/><br/>Audrey grunts as she rolls back onto her side, as if any which way she rolls will give her a measure of comfort. She finally settles being on her belly, although it is hardly her choice to be there either. She groans again, while tugging and pulling against the bindings as if she can just will them away. And to think that he thought she would enjoy this? That notion was even more ludicrous than the other!<br/><br/>"And, just to be clear, I don't enjoy bondage, or gags, or any other stupid pornographic notion that might come into that teeny brain of yours." Audrey narrows her eyes even though she can't see him anymore. Doesn't matter. At this moment, as her arms start to ache, her anger is renewed, and she finds herself growing bold now that the gun is out of the room. She doesn't think about what things he can still do to her, or that she has no power to control this situation. She hasn't any power here at all, and her frustration builds--being fueled by both her fear, and her discomfort.<br/><br/>Audrey LaBelle has never been a woman to back down from a fight, and she never will be. If Thackery isn't going to kill her, then all she needs to do is wait until the man lets down his guard. For the moment, she decides she can wait for the perfect opening.