She looked urgently to the other girl and then looked to the Mistress and her two eerie guards. She reached to take the other girls arm in a split second decision to flee when Avabelle gave to word to chain her up and take the other girl away. She did not even know the girl's name, but she wouldn't let her fall under the same cruel hand. Gracely moved to run back the way they came, but the mannequin's made short work of catching up and seizing both her and the other girl. Gracely screamed now; it was a sound of fear and anger as she fought against the methodical dragging of the mannequin as it brought her to the wall. The thing was terrifying... something of one of her nightmares and it hardly felt a thing she tried to do to it. It was hardly a minute before she was strung up in the shackles. She was panting and the metal bit into her wrists.<br/><br/>Wild eyed now, she looked at the psychotic Mistress that was her own now and fear made her blood run cold. The woman did have murder in those purple eyes, which seemed a lot darker and cold now. Gracely writhed in the chains and parted her lips to retort to her words before the woman's hand came to her throat and clamped down. Gracely's gold eyes flashed in fear and she looked from the woman to the faceless creature. When the order came, Gracely panicked. There was nothing she could do to defend herself and she was confront with how truly unfair the life of a slave was. A breathless gaps exploded from her lips when the first blow came. And then another, and another, and another! Bruises would surely form over her stomach later to come from the repeated blows that was unmatched by a regular person's hand. The thing's hand was cold and goosebumps were soon to rise over Gracely's naked skin. At the last blow, Gracely gave a breathless cry as pain rippled up her body and a bit of blood formed on her lips from the repeated trauma to her mid-section. Not fatal, of course, but certainly painful.<br/><br/>When it was all over, Gracely slumped, hanging from her bound hands, unable to hold herself up at that moment in time. Nothing more than a whimper sounded as the woman's sharp nails raked down her body and marked her skin with weeping red lines. Gracely's once proudly lifted chin was no more and her head hung lower enough for her face to have been shadowed by her snowy hair. Avabelle's words sounded muted, but slowly, Gracely nodded and murmured mechanically. "No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress..."