Josephine braced herself when she saw the guard unlace his pants, knowing he would not be gentle. And she was right; it hurt like hell, and she cried and screamed and whined the entire way through. Tears flowed from her eyes, her body trembling yet reacting somehow in slight pleasure; it betrayed her, merely her instincts, but she herself was not enjoying any second of it any more than the past hours of having to watch Raoul be tortured and beaten. By the time the man was finished with her, she was barely awake, half passed out from trauma and pain. Her body ached terribly, and she was too weak to even try sitting up. The poor girl just laid there, shaking, eyes filled with pain and shame.