sangfroid
He grabbed her and pulled her to his chest. The woman approached, her teeth baring, and when her hand extended, H's eyes flashed and strong, invisible field stopped her in her tracks.
She wanted to escape. She needed to escape. Her eyes, wild with despair, roamed the room. There was no escape; dead-bolted door, padded walls, and nothing more than the hooks and buttons of her clothing. She let out a gut wrenching scream and the monitors, alarmed, rushed to the door. Only emptiness in her eyes.
The cards lay sprawled on the floor. Her eyes dilated, adjusting to the light. She crouched to her knees in the silence of the basement, wondering, dreaming - when was the last time she had played a game? The last time she had actually smiled or laughed or not picked away at the back of her hand?
As they raced pass him, the wrench in his hand fell to the floor. He wanted to scream, maybe even grab one or two of them and give them a good spanking, but as he watched them, the expression on his face went from grim to awed.