She stared at him, unable to stop the blush from creeping across her face... he looked... not familiar, but something about him made her think she should recognize him... she shook her head, clearing the thought, instead focusing on memorizing his features, adding him to the short list of people that she would never forget... one day, he'd be on the revieving end...<br/><br/>"Fuck you.  You're the one getting off on tying me up, prick..." she tried to let the anger flow through her, fill her with strength... about all she managed was to keep the tears of frustration and hopless rage back... she would<em>not</em>let him see her cry.  That was how these bastards got off, she reminded herself.  She would not give him the satisfaction...