Panic blinded her, and when she crashed to the floor it was with a sudden shriek that sent her body pitching back against him until he bound her in a rather sadistic way.  Oh, at first she thought it a pointless bondage, but in an hour, maybe two, she'd be hanging there wanting to sit down, or sleep.  Her gaze, half hidden behind torrents of hair, focused on him with the hatred that amused him.  It was the same kind of hatred he felt toward her family, a hatred she had no bearing on and could not influence.<br/><br/>Eventually, as expected, she ended up on her knees on the cold floor, and the endless loop about obedience was again driving her mad.  She whimpered, her head pounding and her stomach turning.  The food looked inviting, but the water looked divine.  She struggled for a time, but it was no use and she knew her shoulder was going to pop out of its socket if she kept jerking about as she was.<br/><br/>Tears, angry and bitter, blurred her eyes and flooded down her cheeks finally.  She sagged, helplessly in place, her shoulders pulling behind her and her head down.  While she couldn't care less about the cheese, she wanted the water.<br/><br/>Time passed, but he didn't return.  Sleep was impossible, but she was exhausted.  Kat was starting to despair and she hated the feeling as it spread through her from the core of her body outward, like a web.<br/><br/>"Tony, come back... please...."