05-18-2010, 07:48 PM
Caprica felt the inky black edges of anger permeate the sense of helplessness that made all her efforts seem flimsy. She continued to wriggle and contort herself in an effort to loosen his hold, although she was not seeing much success. He must have been planning this from the first, she realized. All at once, his tone of voice had changed and his actions no longer seemed strange. She doubted that his name was really Alex; he had lied to her about his intentions after all, why not his name as well?
His teeth snapped at her neck and she froze, stunned for a moment. Caprica had not expected for there to be so much physical violence involved in anything she would experience. But it appeared that her expectations were wildly different than the reality she now faced. Shaking off those thoughts, she renewed her struggles with a fierce rumbling deep in her throat that spilled out of her mouth. Her teeth were bared and her green eyes glinted darkly.
His words were threatening as he warned her that she would only hurt herself with her struggles. The acrid smell of old blood was lacing the air, smelling distinctly of coyote. His blood? She was ill with the thought and then he looped the rope around her front legs. She was exhausted from bucking and struggling and so she quieted for a moment, chest heaving with her efforts. "What does your punkass want with me?" she spat. She was afraid, but she was pissed.
His teeth snapped at her neck and she froze, stunned for a moment. Caprica had not expected for there to be so much physical violence involved in anything she would experience. But it appeared that her expectations were wildly different than the reality she now faced. Shaking off those thoughts, she renewed her struggles with a fierce rumbling deep in her throat that spilled out of her mouth. Her teeth were bared and her green eyes glinted darkly.
His words were threatening as he warned her that she would only hurt herself with her struggles. The acrid smell of old blood was lacing the air, smelling distinctly of coyote. His blood? She was ill with the thought and then he looped the rope around her front legs. She was exhausted from bucking and struggling and so she quieted for a moment, chest heaving with her efforts. "What does your punkass want with me?" she spat. She was afraid, but she was pissed.