SHe hears the flick and click of the knife again as it opens. His shadow falls over her and his hands move to her face. Stealing herself for the expected pain of the knife as it slices into her tender flesh, she only feels the cool side of the knife as it slides between her cheek and the tape, slicing the bindings that close her mouth. Suddenly, the filty rags in her mouth are pulled roughly from her lips. THe light falls again on her face as he stands and back away a few steps