Jenna jumped as she was again slapped, letting out a small gasp as her cheek felt reddened. Fabiana obviously saw through her intentions, which only angered Jenna more.<br/><br/>She resisted the urge to ask ‘why me’ as one of the questions. She’d been chosen and targeted it seemed... why didn’t matter.<br/><br/>“How long does this... training... last?” was her first question. She wanted to know how long she was going to endure this torment.<br/><br/>“What if I don’t want to serve clients and I don’t want to be... them?” she asked next, nodding towards the women dressed as dogs. She wanted to know if she had other options.<br/><br/>“What does my family think happened to me?” She could just imagine them searching Oregon for her, unaware she was thousands of miles and an ocean away.