<strong>"My, my!  So feisty!  I think we'll just have to hang you from those delicious firm breasts of yours for awhile.  Thank you, Bob.  That was perfect timing."</strong><br/><br/>"Don't mention it, Boss.  Want I should disarm her?"<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, let her have her fun.  Not that she'll be able to cut her way out...but I don't want our little heroine feeling that she hasn't at least tried!"</strong><br/><br/>And then the tall, pale-skinned, dark-haired woman in the slinky dress tilts her head back and<em>laughs</em>.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the poor girl on the statue is openly sobbing, both at her own predicament and at the rather sudden shattering of any dreams of rescue.  Mellisande just picks up a flogger again and nonchalantly strikes her toy's belly.<br/><br/><strong>"Quiet, dear.  Mother is thinking."</strong>