Poppy blinked at Vivien who slowly blinked her gingered lashes apart to stare at her. It took a few moments as if trying to take in her surroundings, before her face scrunched in the nastiest glare, a hostile flare in her eyes.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" She began thrashing around, ignoring the rope burning harshly into her skin. "Get me out of this thing! Untie me right now!"
Poppy didn't move or even showed any kind of emotion. Instead she stood, peering down at her. "Why did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Don't play dumb with you."
Vivien cocked a mocking brow at her. "Oh so you can talk? I thought you were some naive caregiver, you seem to have a mouth for you."
Perhaps her expectation was a riled reaction from Poppy, but Poppy rather sighed. "You're not going to talk, will you?"