A swirl of conflicting emotions ran through Nami's mind, not the least of which was a renewed fear of what Kafka was capable of. A newcomer, though, was a growing sense of sympathy for Kafka... 'She's so dedicated to her idea of love,' Nami thought to herself. 'Ok, yeah, she's currently got the "scary whack-job" part on display, but in her own twisted way she's sort of showing her love.'
Unsure of what to say to break the silence, Nami lead with her growing empathy. "I'm sorry, Kafka-chan." When Kafka looked at her quizzically, she pressed on. "I mean, the only reason you had to go through that was because of me... I... didn't realize how much I was hurting other people, and now I've made you hurt yourself for me... I didn't want that. I'm sorry."
Soft tears welled in the corners of Kafka's eyes, she wiped them away with the back of her hands, "Oh, Nami" she said, hugging the girl, inadvertently shoving the nipple-clamp painfully to the side. "Oh, I'm so happy. You're really starting to understand now. It was so hard to train some of the others, but this is going so well."
'Others?!' Nami thought.
"Oh," Kafka said, leaning back and tallking a look at the nipple-clamp, "This is still here. It's time to take that off." Nami sighed in relief, which quickly turned to a hiss as Kafka gripped the clamp and pulled back on it, stretching the tortured nipple even further. Kafka twisted it gently to the right, as though unscrewing a drink cap. Nami strained against her bonds, whimpering, as her breast was pulled taught until Kafka finally pinched the clamp ever so slightly, allowing the swollen nipple to slide painfully through the teeth. Nami sagged down, gasping for breath, held upright only by the chains cuffed to her wrists.
Kafka worked the clamp briefly, making sure it was still well springy, "Now then, we just move it to the other side."
"The.. the other side," Nami groaned plaintively