<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">He came back with a few smaller items in his hand, looking her in the eyes.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“Oh my, is someone not happy with their situation? Well, to bad. You lost any right to a say when you tried to stab me with my own skinning knife. If you had been anymore coherent I would have been unmanned, as it was I had to throw out a brand new pair of trousers. At least you haven’t tried that one again.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">He held up a gag, this time one that fit a rubber bar wrapped in leather into her mouth to keep her from biting down and hurting herself.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff4d">“You know the drill. Open up yourself or have it forced open. At this point I don’t care which.”</span>