Before he stoke, Crista couldn't help but feel like something was wrong here. He acted... strangely. Eager, rough, like he could not wait which clearly he could not. It was not like he had much to be proud of. He was tiny. She only had two other men to really compare him too. Well, three if you count Dilian.
It was that thought that suddenly clicked inside her head. This man on top of her was so much... like...... and then he spoke. And she knew. She's know that voice anywhere. Grunting as she pulled her head back, she looked him in the eyes. It was the last bit of conformation she needed. One look at the vile eyes glaring at her from the holes of the mask and she more then knew it was him.
So many things flooded her head in that one moment of realization. How long had he been a member of this vile little world? She knew he and Juliet were wicked but- Oh God! Juliet was probably here as well! Somewhere amongst the masked freak show! They had killed her father, beaten her, enslaved her, and now they were going to just stand by and watch her be used and abused once again. Hell, Dilian was first to have a hand in her shame.
She didn't know what came over her, but even Marie's warning could not stop her from acting on pure rage at everyone in this room as they laughed and played. The sound of Marie, somewhere nearby, begging for mercy from someone was the last straw. Crista moved like lightening as she lashed out at Dilian on top of her. Using the chain linking her cuffs, she quickly wrapped it around his neck and pulled with all her might! Choking him! "You dirty bastard! I'm not afraid of you anymore! You killed my father with your bare hands and now I'll you with mine!"