Lauren heard the young man from by the pool and tried to vocalize but between the layers of gagging and blanket she quickly figured out that he’d never hear her. So she tried rocking her chair to make it fall. The pictures made it look too easy, she realized as the restraints pushed harshly into her soft flesh. He had tied her so tightly that she couldn’t move her body well enough to create the momentum needed. Hot tears of utter and seething anger and frustration spilled over and ran into the layers of fabric which were silencing her. Songbird he called her. What a bastard.<br/><br/>She could still listen though and that’s what she would do! Lauren strained her ears trying to learn anything she could. Anything that would help her get this...<i>wait...did he just say his name was Frank?! </i>Lauren groaned in frustration, why did she pick this name of all the blasted names in Christendom? Now this man thought it was all legit!<br/><br/>Lauren decided to try again but to no avail, neither could she move. He had her tied so snugly and the electric cord over her bosoms pinched abominably every time she moved.<br/><br/>When she had the chance she would not just hit him over his head. She would tie him, castrate him, roast his balls and serve them to the nearest coyote with her compliments. She would tie him and use a cactus up his ass... she would...<br/><br/>The door closed and she heard steps coming toward her, the stuffy blanket was removed and she blinked at her captor. That shit eating grin on his face was too much! She narrowed her eyes hoping he’d get the message hoping that just this once looks really would kill.