"What am I doing here? What do you want with me? Why did you... why did you DRUG me?" The girl gasped, her leather-encased breasts jiggling vaguely with every small movement and wiggle. She was calming down, but not very much -- Chloe's reassurance that she was safe, and the relative lack of anything lethal-looking nearby, had at least pulled her down from cardiac-arrest levels of panic.<br/><br/>"Please, I won't be any trouble," Anathema quickly continued. "Just... just let me go home, I'll be good, I can give you money! Whatever you want, just don't...."<br/><br/>Don't what? What exactly where Chloe's plans? Confusion mixed with fear in a very obvious way, with Ana's face as the canvas. What was she supposed to be afraid of, if she wasn't in any danger?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>