“I take commands from no one Gianna; I suck if I want to, when I want to, and how I want to.” Sure, why not humor the deranged woman? Kelly had enough sense for absurdity that following Gianna’s choice of subject did not burden her own dignity. Leaving it unanswered would have done more damage anyways. Kelly would be damned if she was going to continue to sit in silence.<br/><br/>She tried flexing her arms against the binds, but that only resulted in a wiggling of some sort from her upper torso. “What is this all about? Why did you do this to us?” Her eyes never left Gianna. It stayed transfixed upon the hostess she had met nearly hours ago. She was confused, worried, and feeling mighty vulnerable but all of this was condensed into her dagger-like gaze of anger. Kelly seemed to soak Gianna’s spectacle in, knowing that the woman was very goal-oriented with sexual intentions. But what was the motive? Why had this happened?<br/><br/>Kelly’s eyes finally darted back over to Nick… “Nicholas, what is going on?” He would hear a demand in her tone, as if someone<em>better hurry the hell up and start explaining!</em><br/><br/>Seeing Nicholas bound up in that splayed position -so helpless and vulnerable- and seeing Gianna freely waltz about his position sprinkled a strange feeling inside of Kelly. It felt like the beginnings of heartburn, only it was not. She was uncomfortable in more ways than one, and knowing that Gianna had prepared them for sexual amusement in this way was…was almost like having your physical body branded. It was a violation. It was something that could never be forgotten or buried and would remain with Kelly for the rest of her life.<br/>