<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kat with Dimitri ~ Torture Room</span></span><br/><br/>Kat opened the door and stepped inside, moving to the side so that He could enter and letting her eyes fall to the floor much like a well trained servant. Waiting for him to enter. If he'd come in an moved away she would have closed the door but he did that himself, the soft "snick" of the lock making her breath catch and her body tremble slightly in anticipation. Her breathing was already slightly faster and more shallow but those were the only indications that she might be slightly nervous now that she was here.<br/><br/>The room was harsh and stark, the equipment in it obvious and it's uses clear but not overly aesthetically pleasing. She wished that Ever would let her rearrange things a bit but it was the way it was. Before she could think of anything to say she felt his hand at the small of her back. It was the first time he'd touched her and she couldn't stop the shiver that raced down her spine, or the tiniest of whimpers that filled her throat. She wanted him, wanted what she knew he could do to her, and was already eager for it.<br/><br/>Letting him place as he wanted her she stood still and quiet, his order to just stand there coming before she could ask a question or turn to look at him. The only change she made in her stance, after he spoke, was to widen it slightly so that she could stand in her heels for as long as he wanted her to. She didn't move, she didn't speak. He'd told her to stand and so she would despite being able to feel his eyes on her and wondering what he was thinking as he sat behind her. Remaining silent was the hardest part but he hadn't told her to entertain him, or speak to him. He'd told her in the Ballroom to do exactly as he instructed and she was following his order to the letter. Waiting, letting the silence draw out, while she gaze out at the door.