The moment Hannibal started to put presser on her ankle her eyes started to lightly water, every nerve that leg seemed to be screaming for her to do something to make him stop. Her body growing a little tense, a light cry being heard threw her teeth as she fought to keep her mouth closed. She wanted to let her hands rest on the ground in front of her as she brought her chin to her chest. But she could not, arms giving a light pull at the cuffs that bound her. The only answer to his question nothing more the a pain filled, "Go eat a dick." Even if most of it was not legible.<br/><br/>Oh how she just wanted to hit him, grab that half harden cock of his and twist it to the point it came clean off. But the girl could do no such thing, not right now. The young woman finally looking up at the male before her as he asked her if she had made up her mind or not yet. One could only guess what she looked like under that baggy flight suit. If he only knew about that slender body of her's and how it held fit but lean muscles gotten from the hard work she had been put threw. Yet still holding that hourglass form with those feminine curves most men desired with fitting small but full breasts. Another firm press with his boot had her crying out once more, this time her mouth opening just a little. Her head turning again, trying her best to keep him from getting what he wanted. Even looking back at the other captive and seeing how he was just left there with his junk hanging out. Turning her head the other way.<br/><br/><br/>