Her hands immediately had started to go for the gage when he let go of her wrists, but froze in the air, hovering before her face. She did not doubt for a moment that he'd make good on such a threat.<br/><br/>She looked up at him, trying to decided if she'd be quick enough to undo the unfamiliar straps and thus be able to pray for Diune's aid when he did break her fingers; but then his large hands wrenched her thighs open, baring the seashell-pink folds he'd given small torture to with the wooden shaft that filled her mouth, pressing into the top of her throat and making her breathing shallow.<br/><br/>She forbore touching the gag, one hand going down to tug silently at his arm, the other clawing uselessly at the front of his armor - the movements an eloquent plea in place of the voice she could not use.