Anya gritted her teeth in pain as a rope tightened around her wrists. "Ease the f**k up, you t**t!" she snapped at the guy securing her to a chair.
He responded by tightening the bonds even more.
Anya fantasized about all the gory things she was going to do to his scrawny ass when she, a) got loose, and b) found something sharp and pointy, like the knife that lived in her boot since her last kidnapping. She had already tipped them off to her self-defence capabilities when she'd fought like a wild cat after they grabbed her. She hoped those cracks she'd heard as they struggled to get her into the trunk of a car were broken bones. If not then she'd be sure to remedy that situation when she finished exacting her revenge on her friend, i***t t**t, who couldn't tie a knot to save his life.
