Momentarily stunned, Seybor could only stare in shocked awe at her lovely young prisoner. Then: "Why… why you stupid little bitch!" she snarled in growing rage, her big unfeminine hand covering the red splotch on her stinging cheek. "I'll break your stuck-up ass for that…!"

Realization of her unforgivable mistake stuck Jean with the force of a paralyzing blow as the bigger woman started to grab her, but simultaneously, the elevator doors opened and the enraged Chief Matron caught herself, her small, red-rimmed eyes blazing with vehement hatred. Viciously, she licked at her lips that were drained of blood, then slowly stretched them into a wicked leer.

"I-I'm sorry…" Jean stammered, the fearful apology tumbling from her lush, trembling lips. "I-I didn't mean…"

"You'll be sorrier, bitch!" Seybor whispered raspily, the humorless grin never leaving her distorted, heavy-jawed face. "Now, I know I'm going to get you… but I can wait… Just remember that, I can wait… and when you're least expecting it… I'll be there!" She laughed then, a lasciviously frightening sound that caused a series of icy chills to race along Jean's spine. "Come on, you stupid little cunt!" she ordered, jerking the young girl from the elevator with a cruel hand grasping her small wrist in a vise-like grip. "I'll wait my turn."

Jean was too upset to further resist the ill-tempered, enraged Seybor's rough handling even had she dared. She stood meekly by the large metal desk in the outer office which the elevator opened into, the nebulous thought occurring to her that the lift itself was the only accessible means to Maggie Keele's private suite and this, the Chief Matron's office. Tenaciously, she raised her chin once more, determined to carry off her false courageous front even though the turmoil seething inside her had driven her to the brink of desperate tears. Dear God, what was to happen next…?