[b]Bella and Redana and Redana![/b]

Some thoughts are like black holes. The idea itself can never be explored, never spoken, but at the same time it binds the mind to it with crushing gravity that can never be escaped. Personality begins to emerge around the edge of the thought like trapped light - haha wouldn't it be funny if? - but continues a little too long to be a bit. Its presence bends the personality around it even though it never lets itself be observed directly. And there it lurks in the darkness of the brain until a catgirl straps it into the Matter Decompressor and says out loud the thing that one was intending to take to the grave.

She's more naked than the loss of her dress would suggest. She's breathing heavily against her gag. She's in chains and does not need them. There's nothing left to cover, and so for the first time she stands - on tiptoes, arms held high by chains - with protean pride. She no longer needs to conceal what she wants to do; the only question left to her is what she'll be allowed to do. 

The gag is pulled from her mouth. She meets Bella's eyes with the hard focus of the hypnotized. "Yes," she said, each sound deliberate. "Nineteen left."