"You humiliated me, so now I humiliate you."
Kate was confused, scared, and now determined more than ever to escape. 'What does she mean?' and other thoughts like that plagued her head. Masque stepped backwards into the shadows, then shortly entered back in the light, holding a tripod with a video camera on top. As she set the tripod in place, Kate's eyes widened in terror, as she began to realize what Masque meant by 'humiliate'.
"You stripped me in order to get a tape to buy at an auction, and now I strip you for a tape that'll be auctioned off." Masque revealed as she turned the camera on.
"Please, Whitney, don't do this!"
Kate hoped using Masque's real name would trigger something in her. She was right, but unfortunately it wasn't empathy, instead anger.
She shivered as she suddenly felt a cold presence on her hips. She really regretting having holes there. Masque rubbed her icy hands sensually along Kate's exposed sides. Kate tried her absolute hardest not to get aroused. I'm straight, I'm straight, I don't like girls that way. She thought of all the guys she's had a fling with; Speed, Noh-Varr, Patriot, Fuse. This was incredibly stupid, as she only found herself getting more and more aroused.
Of course, it didn't help that Masque had now breached into her suit through her hip-holes, and was slowly inching towards Kate's womanhood.
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