If he wasn't so chained up to the sofa due to the agonising pain throbbing in each and every single nerve in his body, he would've picked her up by now and carried her to the sofa, setting her on his lap, stroking her hair and whispering all the good things in her ear until she felt better, until she gave into him and let him control her feelings. However, that option wasn't available due to his current position and that angered him.
'How long do you plan on sitting there, kitten?' He tilted his head at her, studying her soft little face as she shot him a glare. She didn't look afraid, she looked thoroughly distraught and maybe a little bit pissed off, or a whole bunch of pissed off. It amused him, everything she did, amused him.
'Until you let me out of here.' She didn't bother looking
