Not numbering among the living, Katherine had discovered, worked wonders for helping to keep calm. Blood flowed, but the internal chemistry functioned differently. Uncontrollable surges of adrenaline from an uncontrollably pounding heart were better thought of as a thing of the past.
She had been feigning unconsciousness for a few minutes. Her biggest concern had been something like dismemberment or waking to find herself entombed in something like concrete. Whether or not entire limbs could regenerate, it was still going to be an unpleasant experience, to say the very least, while the potential horror of prolonged thirst for blood was not something the fanged brunette had any desire to test.
Instead, there were chains. She had remained unmoving, aware of the partial clothing removal necessary to disarm her, though nothing further to suggest a hint of anything like sexual assault. A vampire's heightened senses could come in useful, at times like these; trying to listen, smell or even detect unusual temperatures, for clues of one's whereabouts. When feeling able to risk it, she even opened eyes by the smallest of degrees, though closed them when nothing useful was perceived.
She could hear the slosh of swirling fluid as it approached. Was equally bracing for the prospect of searing heat or corrosive acid, as the ice cold water which hit her, though still allowed herself to cry out in response. Had to make him believe she was weaker, less capable, than the reality. Even the slightest advantage could be exploited.
So, yelling was easy enough. It really was bitingly cold. The worst of it was, being water, gravy trickled it down, soaking into clothing and spreading against her skin. Hair curtaining, needing to be looked through.
Weapons out of reach. Disarmed, but clued in: He was no first-timer. He was a mind-gamer.
"You want money?" She was shivering a little. It was genuine. "Y-y-you doing this for cash? S-s-s-s-something else?"