Instead she kept still aside from rubbing her wrists; the twisting knot of nervousness forced her eyes on her actions and away from the earth brown irises that were trained on her. Still, she couldn’t help watching as Ashley stood up and walked over to plush love seat, sitting down and giving her an expectant look.

“What?” she asked. The way the brunette was looking at her made her feel uncomfortable.

Her answer came as gesture with the knife towards the pile of clothing in front of her.

“No. I am not changing in front of you.”

Ashley smirked, amusement clearly written across her face. “Why not? We’re all girls here.”

The smart ass remark forced her nearly dissipated frustration and anger to bubble forth once again. “Can you at least turn around?”

“So you can jump me from behind?”

She inhaled deeply to sooth her dwindling patience and stood up. “I’m not going to jump you.” Now that it was out there it wouldn’t have been such a bad idea.

“Never trust a caged animal. Just do it and get it over with.”

Spencer closed her eyes to relieve her anxiety at changing in front of the kidnapping murderer and moved to take off her shoes. Her feet ached as she slipped them off, the cool air soothing the sore skin. In the back of her mind she registered the strange sensation settling in her chest, the quickening pace of her heart, the deeper breaths, all the abnormal reactions she chalked up to fear.

She reached for the hem of her shirt, internally grateful for the fact that she wore a bra and underwear that day as she lifted the garment up and over her head. After she set the shirt down she reached for the new one that Ashley had set out for her, noticing intense stare that was searing itself into her memory.

“No.” The voice said, stopping her just as she was about to pick up the top. “Take off the rest first.”

Now this was just absolutely ridiculous. She wouldn’t have initially pegged the woman to be interested in girls but that fact was painfully obvious now. While she didn’t have a problem with two girls or two guys being together, being objectified by anyone, regardless of gender, was not something she would stand for. “What the fuck? Why?”