Amy flinched, going from nervous to terrified in the blink of an eye.  "O-- okay, all right," she said quickly, though it was neither of those things.  She turned away from him, determinedly facing the chair, and started trying to undo the unfamiliar dress.  Wildly, she considered her very limited options.  She could run, but that wasn't an attractive idea -- the whole area had been deserted, and he'd surely catch her.  Fighting him was out, with those claws... She'd have to go along with him as much as she could, then try to talk him out of anything too awful.<br/><br/>It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all she had.  She'd leave her underthings on, try to act more sick, maybe... except he'd talked about making her better, which didn't sound good.  She bit her lip, fighting back panic.  All she could do was see what happened, and hope for the best...