<div class="floatleft">(http://media.celebrity-pictures.ca/Celebrities/Alina-Vacariu/Alina-Vacariu-1088285.jpg)</div>Stripped down to nothing save for her underwear... at least the freak hadn't taken those off yet.  Oh how Sandy Perkins hated this thing that tried to pass himself off as a man.  She despised him with every fiber of her being and yet she remembered the news clips of two other victims of a different lunatic who had somehow managed to survive and it gave her a measure of hope.<br/><br/>Completely against her will her eyes flew wide open when she saw the tattoo gun.  She hated tattoo's with a purple passion they may have looked good on some people but they were simply not for her nor should they have any place on her beautiful soft skin.  "No you can't... please... I beg you... don't..."  Oh god she had sworn that she wouldn't let this man see her cry and yet the tears were there flowing freely down her cheeks.<br/><br/>"Untie me and I'll caress anything you want... just don't use that thing on me... please..."  Now she not only despised him but she despised herself.  How could she have sunk so low at to want to big this prick for mercy.  She would  have spit in masked face if her throat had not suddenly gone so dry.  'Nooooooooo!'  Her silent wail of torment going completely unheard.  Her body convulsing against the restraints which kept her bound to the chair.<br/><br/>A cold deep anger began to form within her heart.  She was going to get even with this fucking bastard even if she died trying... why not... she was dead already and knew it... but she wasn't going to let him get away with it... not without some small cost to  himself.