Her fingernails were scratching at the cheap plywood of the folding table, caressing the pressed unvarnished wood, the tips of her nails catching on the random dribs and drabs of dried spilled paint and wallpaper glue.
He had thought with the application of the gag and blindfold she would finally be rendered mute but no. The soft scritch scritch of her nails spoke volumes.
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