I take matters into my own hands, set a strap and take one of the scary, horned males as my prisoner.

He may be three times my size, built like a truck and half naked, but I'm the one holding the cattle prod in this relationship and I'm not afraid to make my captive suffer if it means saving my friends.

But Dargo doesn't seem intimidated by my threats, if anything, the whole situation is turning him on. He keeps propositioning me like we're on a date and I don't have him tied up.

My plan is not working out like I hoped…and I'm not sure if that's a bad thing.