At first she feels almost senseless by having the knife that close, then pain and release grip her, she feels the sharp "rip" of the tape coming off and the sudden vile stench of those rags. "You.." she starts to say but against her will, her throat jerks and she finally retches, not much but a slight oozing pool of white-pink, liquid vomit that lands on the side of the mattress. She gulps for air, then looks at him:
"What...what do you want of me? Please, please don't harm me with that knife you got."
He gives no reply and she goes on:
"Listen, whatever cash I had, you've got it. Why are you DOING this, chaining me like some goddam monkey? Hey, can we talk..."