by the time he finally made his presence known she'd had at least some time to access the situation, albeit it in a panicked teary manner.  she was obviously a prisoner, though -how- was a bit of a question for her, followed closely by -where-.  Obviously this wasn't her apartment, and yet..  she was in her bed, naked, but in her bed..  She could see the dresser, and was about to start rummaging for it when he appeared.  Gods only knew what she expected, or who, but the hot billionaire was definitely not on that list at all.<br/><br/>She actually gaped at him, staggering back slightly, landing on her bed without actually meaning to do so.  She tugged uselessly at the chain around her neck, gasping, trying to form words that wouldn't quite form.  She heard what he'd said, but she wasn't sure how to process it yet.  Was this some sick twisted BDSM fifty shades shit?  She was pretty sure -that- billionaire hadn't -actually- imprisoned his woman either...<br/><br/>"Have you..  lost your mind?" she squeaked, and then added. "How the hell did you..  -why- would you??" she doubted he'd answer her, but she asked anyway.  She really wasn't sure what to do.  she noted that there was no silverware, nothing at all that she could use as a weapon against him.