Damn Lisa wanted to swear. This didn’t make a sense, why in the world was he tying her even more? It wasn’t like she was in any condition to run away as it was. Brian ran the little pen knife over his hand slowly. “Not very sharp,” he said then sat down on the bed next to her. He watched as she tried to shift but where could she go with her feet securely fastened to the footboard. “Let’s test it, you do realize that a dull knife is much more dangerous than a sharp one?”

Lisa squealed behind the brutal gag when he raised the knife to the top button on her shirt and popped it write off. She shook her head violently. “Now calm yourself girl,” he said turning and kneeling on knee on the bed. His hand left hand dropped to her inner thigh and he patted her pushing her skirt up in the process. “No need to stress yourself out.” He laughed loudly then in a small shift of the wrist popped the next button off.