Eventually he'd come, she knew that was a truth to the situation. As much as she knew it'd end poorly for her and humiliate her further than he already had in the past. But she didn't flinch as the door slammed open, not moving an inch from her safety of the blanket nest.

That and she still hated him seeing her in what little could be called clothing, short and relatively sheer to show off her form as she hated doing so.

The question is barely acknowledged at first other than the mass shifting. But after a moment she finally speaks, voice firm and showing obvious and pointed defiance.

"Staying right here." She was very much a mule digging her feet in to refuse to work at this point.

"I've had enough of being treated like a filthy whore and slave. As some sort of thing for you to use and discard."