She does fight - even now, she fights, can't conceive of doing anything else - but it's a weak struggle, and a doomed one. The chain is ice-cold against her bare skin, raising gooseflesh where it falls, biting at the taut muscle of her arms and digging against her back. With her arms bound behind her that way, her shoulders are pulled back, arching her back and pressing her chest up and out.
He's quite right that her next move is to try to kick him, and even with his boot on her foot, she pulls against the weight of him, trying to use her bonds as leverage to pull herself away from him.
She looks up at him, hating the fact that she has to look up at him, that she's put in a position where she feels almost as though she's been made to kneel. For all the agony and horror of the last time he got his hands on her, at least then she could look him in the eye. Naked, bound, and in a position that can only be read as submissive, it makes her feel sick to think how much the city has already succeeded in humiliating her through this - and that it has only just begun.
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Date: 2019-11-01 08:51 pm (UTC)He's quite right that her next move is to try to kick him, and even with his boot on her foot, she pulls against the weight of him, trying to use her bonds as leverage to pull herself away from him.
She looks up at him, hating the fact that she has to look up at him, that she's put in a position where she feels almost as though she's been made to kneel. For all the agony and horror of the last time he got his hands on her, at least then she could look him in the eye. Naked, bound, and in a position that can only be read as submissive, it makes her feel sick to think how much the city has already succeeded in humiliating her through this - and that it has only just begun.