You're not sure whether to be delighted or frightened.

The shocking white hair with dark lines running through twintails. The hands with purple-painted nails, clasped with mischief. A grin as wide as her face. It's as if fate has brought Gracie Tayt to you once again. And once again, her sister is not far behind. You don't know whether to be filled with relief or with dread.

"Ooh, just when we were looking for someone to wring out, we found someone else~!" You notice that her tone hasn't changed one bit since you last saw her that fatal Friday. "And without her long-legged slut of a handler, too. Looks like she's got nowhere to run. And if she tries to run, and if she tries to scream, we know exactly what we're gonna do to her, don't we Lacie?"

"We'll make sure she never tries that again."

"Good sister, you always know ex-act-ly what's right for me~" You don't want to go into the implications of her remark.

You should probably **** a break in their two-woman routine, because there's something you wanted to say to these two. Behind all the, you know, horniness. "Actually, I meant to say this earlier - I-It's Rosie, by the way - but I wanted to say sorry for that whole incident last week. I really didn't want to hurt you, it was all a big mistake..."

"Oh, no prob, no prob. It was fun, and it only reminded me how pathetic you really are~" Oh no. She's taking all this in her stride. This can't be good. "You were willing to **** yourself into a tied, up, defenseless, poor little girl like me just because Alex told you to. That means I know exa~ctly what you are. And I told Lacie exactly what you are earlier today, actually. What's she, Lacie?"

"A spineless little bitch."

"Right on again! You're so smart! Almost as smart as me~ So... what's keeping you from trying to run away, huuuuuuh?" She leans in, her eyes staring deep into your soul. "You hoping you can get another round of action? Maybe with both of us?"

Shit. How has she so perfectly seen through you? Was it just a lucky guess, or is it really obvious when you're turned on despite your size? Regardless, you feel your face heaten up with the red of humiliation, and you're **** to admit it. "Yes, yes actually... I got this strange woman to... you know, enjoy herself. And then she left, and now I... need to enjoy myself too."

Her face lights up once again, and she licks her lips. "You hear that, Lacie? She's the type of girl who gets herself all riled up from getting on her knees and slaving away! She really is a spineless little bitch! And she admitted it! This is so much better!" She's now giggling in impish glee... but then her voice and her face suddenly turns dark, and she grabs your wrist, with Lacie grabbing the other.

"You're coming with us."