Her emotions are mixing between fear and anger. I smile at her useless struggling trying free her hands from behind her. I remind her about maintaining her balance and step over to pick up something and turn and face her. CLICK! The switchblade opens in front of returning her face to an expression of stark terror. "Now don't move otherwise I may slip and cut your flesh and I certainly do not want to do that," I say to her as I approach her left bra strap.
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