Frank narrowed his eyes at his sexy package.<br/><br/>"No? It's still cold. The canteen is metal. That helps."<br/><br/>As if he was encouraging a toddler, Frank twisted the cap off the canteen and made a big show of drinking some. "Mmmm. Hits the spot," he said.<br/><br/>"Hungry? I have brownies. That will boost your energy."<br/><br/>Frank looked around. "We're pretty remote here. I can take the muzzle off. Scream until you're hoarse. Ain't no one gonna hear."<br/><br/>He didn't wait for a reply. Instead he leaned into the car and ungagged her, layer by layer. The wad of cloth was heavy and sodden.<br/><br/>"Better?"<br/><br/>Now he would hear her voice, though it would likely be croaky and rusty from hours of non use.