As he looks around, those are the thoughts crossing her mind. Tara was held tight in chain bondage; her elbows pulled tight - she could feel the stress on her shoulders - and her wrists pulled together, palm to palm. Another piece of chain around her ankles, with one more piece holding her into a ball
And then there was that nasty, sticking ducttape.
The door wasn't far away; that's what she kept telling herself as she struggled to get there. But when - IF??? - she did, then what could she do next?