Yolanda instinctively took a step back at the sound, as if trying to distance herself from the sound itself. For the first time during their time together, she didn't want to retort to Silas' command. She didn't want to argue or playfully defy. She wanted to listen, and that was just what she did.

The blonde moved to a corner of the room, sitting down and pulling her knees up to her chest before wrapping her arms around them. She was suddenly aware of how cold it was in the room, and shivered, allowing her chin to rest on the top of her knees. 

That sound had made reality come crashing back into her concious mind. Silas was really a criminal, had really taken her hostage and they had really kissed. Yolanda felt sick.