Josephine did not go willingly, not at all. She struggled and fought and kicked, but no matter what she did she could not get free. She didn't glance t Raoul though, knowing he would see the fear and frantic look in her eyes; he would feel guilty that he could not help her. But she wouldn't hold that against him, as he was weak and hurt. As she was brought into another cell, across from Raoul's, she whined and tried to pull away again. A soft whine was all the response that was gained from her being pushed onto the floor of the cell, and she looked up, terrified. This did not look good for her at all. Her arms were trapped painfully beneath her, and her dress hung open around her hips. She crossed her legs, desperate to try and keep the men back. The other guard stood near the door of the cell, smirking. "Aww, don't act all shy."