She tries to get up

Her heart beating heavily in her ears, Karen could feel the cold marble of the floor against almost every inch of her bare skin, only her panties covering any remaining modesty.

She fought her way up, first to her knees, and then to her feet, but with one heel on and one heel off, she stumbles again, staggering a little. "Bradley, give mommy back her dress," she demanded, keeping one hand against her exposed bosom, the other held out trying to maintain her balance as she stared at the child.

The boy looked at her, and then at the dress, before looking back at her.

"Please Bradley," Karen pleaded. "Give mommy her dress."