The struggle after Jenna kicked him was awful. After she clipped him she was put onto her feet but had no balance. Pain ripped through her and she cried out behind the tape as he slammed her back into the door. She was dazed for a long time it felt, She could hear him talking but no words came no understanding held.<br/><br/>He took her inside and she became combative again. It wasn't the same panicked haste she'd been trying to escape him before it was more resisting him then out right confrontation. Jenna knew at this point she wasn't going any where, she was weak and feeling sick and he was bigger and stronger then her to start out with.<br/><br/>She found herself with her head and hands bound in a stockade looking thin from a medieval fair or something and the tape from all but her ankles gone. He spoke as the edge of the knife played across her lips and she kept very still not wanting to get cut though there was a fierce look in her eyes as she stared back at him. If he though she'd be meek and just accept this all quietly he was in for a rude surprise.<br/><br/>"My name's Jenna and you can go to hell" Jenna said her voice calm but harsh, her pretty blue eyes narrowed into a glare that spoke volumes about her opinion in this whole regard and her hands were curled into fists nails cutting into her palms sharply as she resisted the urge to do something stupid and childish like spit on him or something.