Blue didn't care the first whit about the fabric ripping; it was only fabric, after all. And near to useless at that. But she bared her teeth and snarled at the rough handling, wishing she could drive her foot right into the fat man's teeth. As it was, she tensed all the muscles she could in effort to thwart him pulling her into the bite of the chain, but it was virtually impossible, given how weak she currently was.

His ravings meant less than shit to Blue; apparently he still believed himself the Great Mind behind this entire project--their lives, goddamnit--and that was supposed to earn him instant respect and immediate gratitude. Well, Blue had no intention whatsoever of giving in to that particular brand of lunacy, no matter what happened to her physically.

Although the thick fingers digging into her bare thigh prompted another prehistoric shriek, and she thrashed as much as she could, renewed hatred fighting the lethargy sapping her strength. The steel cuffs began to cut into her ankles and wrists, slicking the metal with red, red blood, but she refused to quit. She'd never stop fighting, as long as his hand remained on her body.