You've got fire, I'll give you that. But I lunge quickly and trip you up and we both collapse to the ground.
"Think of your children," I say as I press your face hard into the stone floor. "They wouldn't want to see Mommy hurt, would they?" I reach around and squeeze a breast very hard. "It can hurt a lot worse than this."
I keep you pinned to the floor as I tie the ropes around your manacles. Then I drag you up off the floor, pushing towards the pipes. I pull on the ropes hard and your body is stretched out tautly--- you have to stand on tiptoe to keep in contact with the ground.
"Comfortable?" I say mildly.
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You can struggle, or not. If you do fight me, I won't mind..
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