Although she is tied up, she tries her best to make enchanting, seductive gestures. She feels awkward, but she hopes they'll have the desired effect on her captor.
"Can you help me again?" she whispers.
She leans against the bathroom door as if she's still weak, consciously arranging her body to show it off. The man makes a strange sound, and she wonders if she's overstepped the line.
"Did I take this too far?" she wonders, "Does he see through my act?"
Avery stumbles forward a few steps, "Where are you? Come over and help me."
Evan Howel stands less than two meters away from her. He narrows his eyes with desire when he hears her voice. Avery intentionally stumbles, rolling her ankle.
"Ow," she complains, "I think I just sprained my ankle. Can you hold me? I don't think I can stand it."
