Wrath Contained

I awaken in a dimly lit, smoke filled room.  I have no feeling in my hands, or in my feet.  There's probably no blood going to them, the rope has been tied so damn tight.  There's the sound of a single drip of water which continues in a slow, but deafening rhythm. I can only open one eye as the other is so filled with dried blood it's been caked shut.  But I only need one eye to see her sneering, beautiful grin.

"Gotcha."

She's close.  Staring at me.  Like I'm some kind of animal.  I can feel rage filling me up to the brim, I might as well be one.