<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">She was shaking by the time he was done, certain there were permanent indentations in the gag he’d put in her mouth, sweat running trails down her forehead and hiding the tears that had escaped her tightly closed eyes. She was going to kill him. When she freed herself, and she would. Even if it took her a year to do; she was going to free herself. And if he was very lucky, she wouldn’t turn his own tools against him. All that managed to come out of her mouth was a raspy moan, though she’d intended to insult him again. She’d pay him back for this even if it killed her trying.</span>