Carl finished with the toothpicks and left them in place, sticking out of the tips of her fingers like strange fingernails. her hands were tied behind her back, and for a moment, he almost chuckled as the image of the toothpicks sticking out behind her looked almost like the feathered tail of a chicken.<br/><br/>Now that she was unable to move, and the pain would be fully intercepting her ability to reason, he moved to the next step. He had seen how proud she was. Her prideful behavior and life were sickening to him. He needed to strip her pride. And with it, her honor. She wore no clothing, so it was easy to roll her onto her back, no doubt causing more pain in her hands, then forced her to bend her legs at the knees, drawing her bound feet up. Looming over her, he pressed his chest to her knees, eyes searing into hers.<br/><br/>"Look at me, dog..." he hissed, "I want you to look. LOOK! Look at my eyes. I want to WATCH YOU BREAK!!"<br/><br/>With that, he used his hand to grip her knees, one hand on each knee, and pulled. He pulled with full strength, hoping to leave her no way to resist spreading her legs for him.