Carl left her there and went outside to search for something. Anything. He was only gone a while, and returned with his bag of tools he'd had in the truck. Not bothing to move gently or quietly, he stomped to the back room and kicked a the door. He hadn't bothered to shut it tight, and the door swung open roughly, banging against the wall.<br/><br/>He strode into the room, eyes full of hatred as he bent over her. His fingers curled in her hair and he jerked her head to force her to look at him. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me." he spat at her through clenched teeth.<br/><br/>Without another word, he began to work. He stripped her of all clothing, bound her wrists and ankles, and stuffed a handkerchief in her mouth before taping it shut with duct tape. This done, he pulled a small box from the bag and began pulling toothpicks from the box, one by one inserting them under her fingernails.