Jodi's attention had been deeply focused on the unfolding humiliation of Charlotte, a mistake that would cost her dearly. She noticed the looming presence of Gareth, the security guard, just as he grabbed her.<br/>"What are yo- " she began, and then squealed in pain as his fingers pinched her nipples cruelly. "Let<em>go</em>," she shrieked, as he jerked her half off her feet, dragging her toward Miss Rogers. Charlotte's rape - and it<em>was</em>a rape, however gentle the men were with her - had frightened the blonde; anguish sent her over the edge. As she stumbled, humiliated, after the guard, her hand unfolded and she delivered a sharp chop to the inside of his elbow, trying to twist away, an instinctive, animal response to her fear of violation.