Ain't It Funny (Murder Remix)

Ellen eased down onto the floor and felt her bonds loosen somewhat. She tried to empty her mind of all thought, knowing that thinking was useless and could only send her into deeper despair. Surprisingly, she went to sleep. Sometime later, Ellen awakened out of a hazy, dream-filled half-sleep and noticed the door to the bedroom slowly pushing open. Then lurching around the open door came the tall cat-like figure of Sylvia whose face reflected an arrogant self confidence that for Ellen could only mean one thing. The tall smirking brunette stood a few paces from the young girl, staring and saying nothing for a long time. It was obvious that she had been drinking. "Well, the house whore has finally decided to wake up from her nap." Sylvia laughed evilly and swept her hand towards the door in a gesture of finality. "Ain't it funny? There's just you, me, and Vito. I think we ought to have a little party." Ellen stiffened and tried to struggle up from the floor. She wanted to say something that would erase the hateful expression on Sylvia's face, but everything she thought of would make the situation worse ...»