Jenna felt foolish eating out of the ladle, but she was ravished. The comment about Fabiana being her dessert stuck in her mind as she wondered what that meant. Surely not what she feared it meant.<br/><br/>She paused eating the second helping when she heard she could be there for years. It sent a chill down her spine... worst of all the fact that she believed it. Those other girls... that was nothing that would happen overnight. Fabiana must have been doing this for some time, having it down to a process like she did. Jenna felt overwhelmed. And her family may not even know she was missing.<br/><br/>She continued eating as her mind raced. Trapped as she was, in a foreign country with no one to help, it made her want to sob, but that would do no good. She needed to convince Fabiana she would behave. Needed to somehow earn her trust, as difficult as that would surely be.<br/><br/>“Thank you for the food... Madame Fabiana” she squeezed out, jaw clenched as she degraded herself by addressing the woman as she’d been instructed. She didn’t want slapped anymore, didn’t want paddled. She wanted off that bench. “Please... I’m sore and tired. May I lie down somewhere?”