If Elizabeth was capable she would have, whimpered her distress and tears of humiliation and fear mingled with the rain as she began to work the buttones of her shirt with trembling fingers.  head bowing as she could not look at him. Thus breaking of contact as she gave up on the buttons and leaning down numb fingers pulled at the zippers on her boots. Her clothing might have given her status as wealthy away though now, ruined by salt water, rain and mud she was just another woman. Caught in some nightmare that, was far worse then just a dream to wake from.<br/><br/>Oh dear, she wasn't going to make it.. any man might wager on that, she might just be the fist to go as she was near tears as she fumbled and her normally graceful hands fumbled and had difficulty with the task. Boots were eventually off, socks too she stood with her bare feet in the mud and dead leaves from the plants above. Jeans soaked and hugging her long legs. Finally she had them off top and the delicate lace bra and panties remained though the silk which was cut to show her hourglass figure was wet and clinging to her  left little of her unknowns she wrapped her arms about herself. beginning to shiver as cold and desperate fear had it's grip upon her.