Table by Shannon.
All of her questioning had gotten her nowhere, she knew. But at least she had tried. And in keeping her temper, she had succeeded in retaining freedom of her jaws. But she would only use her teeth in a last resort, in a last bit if he came too lose, became too violent and damaging. For now, he kept his distance more or less. He was still closer than she was comfortable with, but for now she could deal with it. It was better than being bound and gagged.
Her options were so obviously limited. Caprica swallowed the taste of bile in her throat. She hated his elusive answers and that she did not know what he wanted. Perhaps possessing the knowledge of whatever he desired from her would be terrifying, but at least it would empower her to act, should she get the opportunity. Frustration welled up inside of her, but she fought not to let it show on her face.
Sighing, and realizing that there was only one way to come closer to this dangerous information, she closed her eyes. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated, but found that she was too uncomfortable to focus. Without opening her eyes, the black furred girl shifted her bound legs and then rolled on to her back, her bound limbs coming up into the air awkwardly. Maybe she would be more comfortable this way....
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