She eyed him, arching a brow slightly as he explained it all to her, what he was looking for, what he seemed to want and why she worked better than some "gold digger" she supposed he had a point in some ways, but it was still kidnapping..  he'd taken her without asking, there was no rightness in that.  She didn't argue it aloud, however, though she did scowl a little as he peered at her puckered and somewhat reddened asshole.  His assurance of what he intended to do made her blink, and then the threat of slicing her throat made her wince.  She was silent as he left.<br/><br/>She didn't drop off to sleep directly, but rose, gradually inspecting her prison, at least the parts she could reach.  She washed up the best she could, and eventually then she returned to the bed.  she thought it would be impossible to sleep, but finally she did.  she shifted, eventually rolling to her belly.  she slept that way, likely making it that much easier for him in the morning, though it wasn't her intention.  She had a large welt on her ass from the crop, and this was far more comfortable than anything else.<br/><br/>she swam quickly through the layers of sleep as she felt that probing, not his fingers surprisingly, but the fat head of his cock.  She yipped, and started to push up, but he'd managed to bind her to the bed, and she could do nothing but wiggle, whimpering softly.  She didn't speak, just that soft uncomfortable whimper.  The plug had felt good but he was bigger, and she wasn't even remotely aroused at the moment...