<em>Preppy little bitch...</em><br/><br/>"Of course you can Amber. I mean look at you, you are a beautiful girl."<br/><br/>Slowly she stood up and moved closer to Amber, pretending to join the girl in a little striptease. Instead though, she cuffed Amber's right hand and kissed her on the cheeks.<br/>"I'll help you," she whispered and her own fingers ran down the girl's body, slowly removing the rest of the clothes. When she found her victim struggle she tugged the cuffs and when Amber still struggled, Ruxandra had enough. In a fierce move, she slapped the girl in the face hard, leaving it red and painfull and quickly slammed the other side of the cuffs on Amber's chair.<br/><br/>"You've had your chance to cooperate. From now on you will do exactly as I tell you. It will only take a little while. After that, you are free to do whatever you want. You got that?"<br/><br/>Already she regretted taking this girl to the mansion as she was testing Ruxandra's lack of patience. There was little she wanted more than to take this girl down to her lap and get to work, but there was no time yet. A piece of art was never rushed. Chaikovsky didn't rush his 1812 Overture, DaVinci didn't rush the Mona Lisa. She had all the time in the world.<br/><br/>"I.. I'm sorry," she said and uncuffed the bonds of the chair but left it around Amber's wrist.<br/>"Please, eat some more and when you feel comfortable, try again."<br/><br/>Ruxandra sat down and shoved the plate with the meat closer to Amber to activate her to eat some more.