Axel's knee bobbed up and down as she felt like time was moving slowly. Usually the pirate would flirt with the girls inside this room. Though right now her mood was sour and her hand hurt. The teenager placed her head down on the desk, wishing that she had some thread and a needle, to repair the damage to her head. The young woman got up and opened the chest in search of some rope or something to help keep the bandages on but instead she made he wound blood once again. [Color=silver]" Son of a bitch."[/color] she mumbled.