Yolanda, sensing the short conversation between her and Luciana to be over, went back to pulling at her cuffs. Angry red marks were beginning to appear. The guard who had laid his hand on her shoulder moments before reappeared. 

He shot her another warning look, hand resting on a short nightstick holstered at his hip. She glared and pointedly yanked at the cuffs again, a non verbal challenge. There was no way that she was going to behave. 

In an instant, the guard had the weapon out and there was a reverberating crack as it made contact. Yolanda fell from the force of the hit, only realizing she had been hit across the face when she tasted blood. 

Looking up at the guard, she spat blood and stood up, face giving no indication of the pain that simply wasn't there for her.