The man was quick - almost frighteningly quick, as he dodged her kick and clamped her legs to the deck, other chains attaching to her manacled wrists to drag them out tight above her head. Still, Atnorsa did not make it an easy task - the chains clanked and rang with a dark music as she twisted, squirmed and tugged, muscles bunching and rippling under her pale skin as she tested their strength.<br/><br/>Only when he sat by her side and spoke did she go still, lifting her head to glare narrow-eyed at him, hair pooled on the dirty floorboards beneath her. "Pretty words from a pretty man. I think you would not dare touch me like that were I not in chains," she countered.