"Hey! Just what do you think... honestly. There's no need for handcuffs!" Audrey struggles, wrangles, dips, and pulls to break free the moment the cool, unforgiving chrome steel clicks into place around both her wrists. He is quicker than she is; his grip is stronger. Her portests fail as his whispered taunts tickle her ear, and makes her skin warm.<br/><br/>The handcuffs are her downfall. Audrey is capable of picking the locks, but she needs to get away first. To escape. Any attempt now--in a room with one exit, and a man who already has her in a tender, yet iron grip--would be ridiculous. No. She needs to talk her way out of this--to convince him to not call the authorities, or worse to do somthing they would both regret.<i>Ah Hell! </i>James Thackery held all the cards for the moment. It was more than a little embarressing.<br/><br/>The real knockout, sadly, was the moment the woman--a master thief and bounty hunter in her own right--finds her cheek mashed against the leather seat cushion as she is bound up one way and then down the other. She struggles less with each coil of ropes. Movement quickly becomes pure luxury, despite her own helplessness making her need to struggle all the more.<br/><br/>"This is ridiculous! You know, we could just sit down and discuss this as civilized individuals--ouch! Stop that! It pinches! Seriously, you can't just tie up a burglar, I have rights too! Honestly, isn't there any honor among thieves anymore! This is kidnapping you know!" The tighter he binds her the more she fusses. Audrey jerks her shoulders, as she tightens her core and tries to lift herself from her prone position. A hand simply pushes her back down as her ankles are secured to the ropes at her waist. This girl isn't going anywhere, and they both know it.<br/><br/>It doesn't stop her from trying as she writhes, and tugs at her bindings. It is useless, of course, as her arms are pressed firmly against her body, and legs bent and stuck. She can do little except roll about on the floor like a fish on land. Sensations sizzle, and dance along her insides, Audrey feels the heat rising to her cheeks. It was silly how rosy her cheeks could get when she was upset, or embarressed, or even excited. Right now she felt all three.<br/><br/>Grunting, she manages to roll herself onto her side, but it is a miserable position as she tries to hold her head up, giving Thackery her best glare. He taunts her with stupid question, and Audrey has no intention of giving him the benefit of an answer. Oh no, she isn't goin to say anything at all. Nope! She wouldn't be so petty. "You just love sharing all the little details of your "pretty" little plans don't you; you think you're so smart. Well, I'll have you know I had you pegged from day one, Mister! Yeah, that's right. I bet you have the real painting here too, even if that one over there isn't real--and I'm not convinced it isn't, then you have it stashed here somewhere."<br/><br/>She fights against the bindings again, rolling back onto her stomach. The dull clang on the cuffs remind her that even if she does manage to reach and loosen some of the ropes, she would tire herself out before she manages to free herself of all these ropes.<br/><br/>"Seriously, this is stupid!" She says utterly unable to keep herself still. "Let me go!"