tendrils of hair stuck to her cheeks , and her clothes were wrinkled , like she 'd just gotten out of bed . you 're not going back home without me , especially if you can feel pain again . instead it was doing a good job of slow-cooking her . it doesnt matter what i say , she said . this time , i bite down as hard as i can on the first arm i find . `` you will do exactly what i say , '' he said in a soft voice . 