Thuren glares back as she gags him and ties him to the bed, waiting for her to leave before beginning to struggling. His pants are easy to escape, the rough fabric not easily suited for tying, and the gag is spit out with a little more difficulty, followed by a shower of spit as he tries to get the taste of cum out of his mouth. He is most definitely angered, furious even, about the way she had taken a rather fun game and turned it foul. It was one thing to taunt him, to pin him to the bed, he had enjoyed that even, but to tie him down and leave him here, without letting him fuck her properly... That wasn't going to stand. He's been tied up before though, and had learned to escape everything but a steel bolt through his wrists.<br/><br/>He flexes, stretches, the rope rubbing his wrists raw as he loosens it up, before beginning to pop the bones in his wrists, until he's finally worked his left hand free enough to pull it out of the ropes with one last tug. He deftly begins to undo the knots, until finally, after a little more than a dozen minutes, he's free. Grinning sourly at the proof that he can still get himself out of a bind, he pulls on his pants and his chainmail, tying his belt and scabbard around his waist before clambering out the window.<br/><br/>He waits there, just outside the door, leaning against the wall and drinking the half-empty bottle of wine as he waits for Katelynn to try and leave. He's going to have some fun with her, although he might let her off lightly if she begs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>