"Why Anon, whatever happened to you?" Chrysalis asked, something that might have been legitimate concern in her voice, although it seemed more like the concern a person had for damage to something they owned than for another living being. Her gaze quickly shot over to Apocrita, eyes narrowing into a deadly glare that actually chilled your blood, reminding you that despite her insistence on trying to bed you, Chrysalis was actually far more sinister than a sexual predator. "I thought I had my elite guard looking after you. Perhaps I was mistaken." she hissed out.