He had not even noticed that she withdrew before he hit her the first time, but he was having too much focus on causing her more pain because she hurt him. The wounds were superficial but his goal was to do more damage than she could ever cause him. When he withdrew from his second hit, she fell back on her side and struggled to breath and he remained satisfied. He picked himself back up with a loud snarl, temporarily ignoring the wound on his leg to make sure she was not going to come after him a second time. This time, he would be ready, and his golden gaze stared deep into her green eyes to enforce his authority over the situation. She would not get from her bonds when he was around and she needed to see that.
"I told you, you stupid bitch," he spat and shuffled back a few steps to put distance between them. Should she lunge again, she would not have time before he reacted and when she remained still for a moment, he turned his back on her. He did not act slowly and moved away from her with as much speed as he could to grab his backpack. He jerked it inside as well as the bandanna he dropped and put it down on the cave floor. He opened the sack again and rummaged through it and withdrawing another slip of rope, but it was not nearly as long as the other, perhaps two feet and not enough for what he wanted.
Godric examined his bag for a moment and brought the strap to his teeth and ripped with all his force. When the fabric tore, he used his hand to break it off and doing the same on the other side. Putting the tattered bag on the ground, he moved toward her again with ill intent. This time, she would become immobile and he would put a stop to all her struggles. With the strap of the backpack in one hand he approached her and with a fast reflex, attempted to mount her as he did before in order to hold her still, reaching down to help prevent any sort of movement from her head.