He thought... this was going to work?  Was it supposed to brainwash her?  It seemed like something out of some book she'd read once, a story about loyalty and the facade of dominance over others.  Eventually, she ended up in the bed, curled up on her side, and slept away the hours with a pillow over her ears.<br/><br/>The looping voice continued and it was driving her mad.  She didn't retaliate violently, but kept her hands constantly over her ears.  It was irritating, but not enough to make her rip off her own ears and leave them as presents for him upon his return -- yet.<br/><br/>An hour passed.  Two.  She paced, back and forth and back again, the sheer dress clinging to her.  Finally, she ended up collapsed on the bed again, half asleep.