Table by Shannon.
Caprica's body ached. Her captor had bound her at an uncomfortable angle. Due to her bonds, she was unable to re-settle her limbs. Discomfort was the least of her problems, when it came down to it. Over the course of the time she had been tied up, she had had what seemed like an eternity to worry about her predicament. And in all the time that had passed, the voluptuous black femme had been unable to formulate a plan to escape. From where she stood, she could see no obvious advantage or loophole. When he had robbed her of freedom of motion and speech, he had also taken away her options.
She hated this feeling of helplessness. It engulfed her and pierced the pit of her stomach. It was more overpowering than even the fear of the unknown. She had no idea what his intentions were, but she had no doubt that she would not like them at all. But how could she stop him? Her worrying increased with each passing minute. The rain beat on steadily, and she knew that it would erase their scents and her paw prints. If she could not get herself away, then she would have to rely on someone else to rescue her. But how could that be a possibility when physical evidence of her location was being erased?
The D'Angelo girl did not bother to turn her head when he first entered the cave. She was already hyper aware of her captor's presence. His dark presence had edged his way inside of her mind too; he filled her thoughts as surely as his presence filled the dark cave they currently inhabited. When her verbally greeted her, she turned her gem colored eyes in his direction, craning her neck painfully from her prone position. Why did he even bother speaking to her, when she was unable to respond in kind? The answer was obvious; he spoke only to hear his own voice and to revel in the satisfaction of having the upper hand. Still, it stung - and the blows her pride was receiving were almost as painful as her bonds. She did not react violently, did not strain against her bonds. Instead she remained still, calmer, quieter, and more docile, but the fury in her eyes showed that she was far from broken.
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