The petite brunette’s body trembled under their rough touch, jerking violently as Vessini’s fingers got too close, pulling at her own ankles in an effort to get away. She let out a yelp and a cry, muffled by the panties that had been stuffed in her mouth. When Ilario had approached her, she’d stared up at him pleadingly, thinking he might help her. After all he had such nice things to say about her brother. Maybe this was too much for him. But when she’d opened her mouth to beg him to put an end to this, he’d only silenced her, before returning to watch them with lust in his eyes. He was going to be no more merciful than the others. The two began talking, and she closed her eyes once more, trying desperately to tune them out. She failed, especially as he addressed the last question to her, confusion spreading across her features. Two wouldn't fit there. Not at the same time… she didn’t understand the implications of what they were saying. At least for the time being.<br/><br/>And then Luca was gone, Vessini still tracing her slit and occasionally dipping his finger in, causing her to twitch in fear and disgust. Getting rope, swinging it up over a bar, doubling it back as though to make sure they had plenty of length to work with, but that it would be strong enough to support the weight of a human. The force at which she was pulled off the bed caused her to stumble, almost straight into Luca, who was quick to wrap her wrists once more as Vessini tugged off the rest of her clothes, leaving them in a tattered mess on the floor. She let out a startled<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“mph!”</span>as she was hoisted off the ground, first by Luca’s support, and then held up only by her own body.<br/><br/>To her surprise, Ilario stepped in at that point, but not for why she thought.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> “Remember. No bruises. That much weight on just her thin little wrists and as much as she’ll struggle, you might dislocate something." </span>He took the rest of the rope from luca, wrapping a piece of fabric from her skirt around it and securing it around her waist, just to make sure there was that third point of support before patting her on the head, and putting out the butt of his cigarette,  burned almost down to the filter. His chair so close to her head,  he reached out and tilted her chin back so she was looking at him as the two positioned themselves. “<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Catriona listen to me…” he said softly, almost soothingly. “You need to relax… or this is going to hurt...shhhh shhhh….”</span>he murmured, giving them both a quick glance.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">“Take a deep breath… this is going to happen whether you want it to or not. So let's make this as painless as possible, okay.” </span>he gently stroked her hair, making her breathe in and out slowly until she actually started to relax, tears spilling down her cheeks. He looked up, nodding to Vessini first, mouthing the word slow to him. he knew there was no holding Luca back once he started. But if he could keep her relaxed enough for Vessini to fit inside of her, she’d be fine. Physically, at least.