The twist came unexpectedly, and Gina's form stiffened and twisted in a hard arch, dancing between them with her teeth gritted against a squeal of pain that would have made any slaughtered pig proud. Pretty Boy's grip was firm, though, keeping her squarely in place between them to shudder at the cold truth of his whisper.<br/><br/>"You know," she snarled back, "I can't take the DAMN things off if you don't let GO."