It was going so easily, all to plan... until she decided that she was going to put up a fight.  Just tugging her skirt back down was a sign that she wasn't just going to take it, so the Gagger was going to do what he did to all fighters.  He was going to be extra rough, use and abuse her to his whim, and when he was done with her, she wasn't going to be able to do that again.  Peering her wallet, he chuckled under his mask, the slight muffling and his purposely deep voice sounding completely different to the man she had talked to an hour ago.  "The fuck you thinking, bitch?" he said in that deep, booming voice, slurring his tongue as if he had an accent, "You gonna buy me out?  I ain't no sellout."<br/><br/>To emphasize his point, he smacked her ass hard before the grabbing her wrists and twisting them painfully together, taping them up as he did.  Like her mouth, the tape was rapidly getting thick around her wrists, and soon enough, her lower hands were little more than wads of duct tape.  Again, he smacked her ass, right in the same place as before, hard enough to make it sting.  Then, he shoved her arms away and again tugged her skirt up hard, this time balling it up around her upper waist so she couldn't just tug it back down.