Renee felt a wave of terror sweeping through her as she knelt by the bed, hands bound, and could get a closer look at Lisa. Torn shirt, skirt hauled up and all through the apparent rape she seemed to have been silenced with an apple. She wanted to puke but told herself she must be strong for her captured friend. “Miss Lisa, I...I see you’ve been wrangled about by these guys. Don’t worry…”
Kiel took her by the ear and rudely shook her head. “No foolish talk now, Simmons. We have her father in our hands and she’s not getting any help here. You better be realistic.”
“Scum!” Renee sputtered at this monstrous indignity in front of her Mistress and friend. She wished she could have taken that awful apple out, tossed it out the window and stroked Lisa’s cheeks, but she knew it was not to be thought of.
“Thanks for the keys, by the way” Kiel added with relish. Lisa looked at Renee in amazement. “Mmmgh!"

“You’re a rat, that’s what” the maid replied, but half-blushed. She felt guilty and injured as it dawned on her that Kiel must somehow have helped this man, or the bunch she guessed was behind him, to get into the house. “Miss Lisa, don’t listen to him, I never helped these brutes to get in..”

The daughter looked at her, puzzled and frightened. Nothing, tonight, seemed to be what it had been or appeared to be. The enormity of the shock rolled into her.
“Miss Lisa, I’d protect you with my life! Don’t listen to this ruthless guy. Kiel, how could you?”

Brian hauled her away from the bed, stood her beside a cupboard and pulled her long skirt off, then untied her only to remove her black blouse, then told her "Hands up, maid!"

Renee knew there was no point resisting and stretched her hands bolt up, and he secured them to a beam under the ceiling.