"Cheap bastard!" Tiffany mumbled to herself. If she could just roll to the door, pull herself up, then get the door open...she could escape. Looking around the room, she searched for anything to tear at her restraints.
After a few minutes she fell back against the floor. If she ever got free she would throttle him. For now, she would wait her chance to get free. She would let him think he'd won.
Soon, Tiffany heard the door opening...
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