Despite the moment of fear, Elizabeth had not quite gotten through her raw rage yet. She steeled herself to resist, pressing her white thighs together. As the squeezed them together, their gentle inner curves flattened against one another, pressing tightly and creating a small ripple of soft female flesh. Elizabeth had a body of just the right size, not lean and all muscle like an athlete but not obese either, with just a touch of fatty tissue on her thighs to wriggle and squirm.

Elizabeth was not yet ready to try and seriously bargain for the glasses. She was too pissed, her breath racing in her frantic and absolutely helpless rage and frustration and being suddenly reduced from a bright student with a brighter future to a piece of meat cuffed to a chair. No, she wasn't looking to really improve the situation, just venting.

"Fuck you, you piece of shit rapist bastards! Uncuff my wrists! Give me back my damned clothes! Give me my glasses! Give me a phone call! Let me call my lawyer! Let me call my roommate! Let me call my parents! Call my parents! Put your damned pants back on! I wouldn't fuck you assholes if you were the last pigs on Earth!" Elizabeth shrieked. Her face was red with rage and she jerked her arms against her cuffs and stamped her sneakered feet wildly on the ground, causing the chair she was cuffed to to buck and even lift up off the floor. It was an almost comical site of furious but physically restrained rage, ultimately and absolutely futile. Her soft white body flailed with her exertions, mouth flapping, breasts jiggling, thighs tensing, legs flailing, sneakers stomping, ass bouncing, and torso and arms jerking.