Chase watched him silently, spread out on the bed, watching his eyes move upon his own reflection, watching his anger grow, she knew she shouldn't provoke him more, so when he turned towards her, she sat up straight and stared at her hands, willing the door to open and someone to take her away from this awful room. Vito spoke calmly, and made Chase shiver, she remembered the last time she had been in the room vividly, having ended up alarmingly drunk, and she had even gone as far as to kiss him. The site with him with wine in his hand made her nervous, but if he wanted her to kiss him again, she would do as he said.. because she didn't want to disobey him much longer.
Chase jumped when he smashed the bottle on the bedpost, and she stared at the broken shards as he held it in his hand, mentioning a weapon. Chase watched him nervously as he selected a sharp piece of glass and picked it up. Unable to keep herself from shaking, Chase moved farther away from him, attempting to get out of reach of the man with the glass shards. She knew she would be hurt.. she just didn't like the thought of it actually hurting.
When he demanded her hand though, Chase refused completely, she shook her head violently and moved she was leaning on her hands on the bed, watching him with large eyes, looking scared, and innocent, her eyes fixed upon the piece of glass which he would undoubtedly use to hurt her with.. and there was really nothing she could do about it.