<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 12px">No time. He found the blade within seconds of crouching down next to her. She felt a rough hand roll her. Despite wanting to resist she didn't she hurt too bad. Though as she eyes found his she felt a shape pain and her blue eyes got wide. She didn't understand him. What was it he wanted from her. She could feel her chest rising and dropping far faster than normal. Watching the blade flung to the side she eyed it for a second before looking back at the man who addressed her; Then he hoisted her up. The movement brought a very noticeable flinch and a pained scrunch of her face. She was sat down and she let out a shaky breath. <br/>
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It hurt. Her ribs were aching more than she had expected them to. Sitting in the chair now she really couldn't bring herself to look at him. He was asking her a question she really didnt know the answer to. Be here and be his pet or drown in the bottomless ocean. Neither were ones she wanted. She could feel the rope loosening and she shifted her body. Maybe , maybe staying wouldn't be awful. That was a lie and she knew it. "Be a pet or die. Neither really sounds like a plan I want to be apart of." She finally answered, her blue eyes still averted. Her voice didn't shake,  instead it was calm, soft and absolutely hypnotic. The woman moved her feet again. If she broke free now he'd grab her, but at least she could breath if she did. Maybe she'd even be able to make it to the razor. Return the favor of him ooening her skin. Though hers would be deeper. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. Break the rope grabe the blade, that was all she had to do.</span></span>