Kat ground her her teeth as she heard the loathsome command.  Somehow, however, she knew that she would not be any more naked then when the Emperor was ravaging her mind and this would be no more disturbing.  Without emotion she stood firmly in place.  She only wavered when she heard the young girl, who had identified herself as April, whimper as her clothes were removed.  Kat wished she could reassure her that she would be alright ... but who could guarantee that now?<br/><br/>A deep feeling of disgust sank into her gullet as she saw the slender, barely dressed female collaborator, remove what little of her garment there was with enthusiasm and display herself proudly for the Emperor.  Kat wished she could reach out and strike the foolish girl who was apparently not cognitive whatsoever of what had been transpiring.  One would<em>think</em>that the sticky, blood covered floors would have been a reminder.<br/><br/>Kat resisted the urge to inhale sharply as the traitorous human made his way towards her with a twisted gleam in his eyes.  She<em>reused</em>to let him see her flinch.  She felt his knife begin to tear at her clothing, making quick work of her rather utilitarian thin black shirt.  The cold blade pressed against her flesh, clearly focusing on her round, now exposed breasts.  Though she wanted to glare at him it would only have served to provide him with a reaction.  Inside she was hot with anger and yearned for vengeance, outwardly she was as cool as the blade he wielded against her.  It was harder to contain her fury as he tore through her olive pants and tossed them aside, now though he turned his knife between her legs to her most sensitive location.  She breathed in and closed her fiery eyes momentarily to keep from lashing out.  A cold chill ran up her spine as she stood there, completely naked save for her black scuffed up boots.