<strong>Sorcha …is not happy in the study.</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/>Sorcha moved back a little already she had already realised that the binds upon her wrists tightened when she struggled, it was rather more than uncomfortable but it had not taken long even in her somewhat drug addled mind to know not to struggle to much. However if it was needed she would dislocate her wrists.<br/><br/>Very carefully while ‘Grass eyes’ was distracted by the woman and man there, she started to rub the leather against the stone wall. Not knowing if she would be seen, at least that scream had taken what seemed to be the leaders there away…she also continued to chew on the gag, trying to release that two at the same time.<br/><br/>As it was she was afraid surrounded by these strange people that smelled so odd, of which none really understood her…Also it was too hot and too confined n this place<br/><br/>She saw the woman with dark hair looking at her and snarled; once free she might take another trophy…there were a few to take on her escape… Still all Sorcha could do now was slowly remove these vile bonds.<br/><br/>Her mind screamed to the spirits of the land…she needed to escape….it was too blistering, and the fact having no liquid was not helping the matter. Even more so that food and drink was being offered to others but not her…More drool fell from her mouth as she chewed through her gag.  Still the leather in her mouth and on her wrists …were slowly becoming no more.<br/>