like most every other woman in your life , she would despise what you are . he fixed a hard look on his face and met as many eyes with it that would meet his own . his hand stayed in my hair , but the other hand swept around my waist and spilled me into his lap . after working for a while in silence , i said , `` there are deeper scratches here and they 're not coming off . '' wrapped in rope , her hands were tied to her sides , and she was tied to a chair . 