Valmae woke slowly and with a pounding headache. She bit back the whimper that wanted to claw its way out of her throat. Slowly she lifted her head from where her chin was resting on her chest.
She was tied to chair while sitting underneath an improvised spotlight. Blinking away the annoying dots dancing in front of her eyes, she glared at the darkened shapes hulking just outside of the circle of light. "Oh my God," she snapped, defaulting immediately from sick fear to sick anger. "Are you idiots aiming for lamest cliche bad guys? All you need is the gimp in the corner." Vainly she tried to blow the hair that had tumbled into her face out of her eyes. "I don't have much money and my family doesn't have two nickles to rub together so you're not going to get any ransom. Idiots. Fucking, idiotic British criminals!" She berated them thoroughly starting with their lack of smarts and working her way through their bathing habits and their choice of sheep to have carnal relationships with.
Her opinion of her captors went down hill from there. Especially after she kicked the one that came close to try to shut her up in fork of the legs. She may have gotten slapped hard enough to split her lip but it was worth it. If they got mad enough that they knocked her out again, she wouldn't inadvertantly give Lance up.