Anya gritted her teeth in pain as a rope tightened around her wrists. "Ease the fuck up, you twat!" 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 ...