Josephine pressed back against the wall, but did not move in any manner that may give her away. A frightened shiver ran her spine at his threat, and she forced out a whimper; she had much more pride than this, but she swallowed it for the sake of keeping Raoul and herself out of harms way. She winced at Raoul's cry, wanting to cover her ears; she had freed her hands to eat of course, and the guards hadn't yet noticed... she kept her arms behind her to keep them from noticing it. It took all her will power not to yell at the guard for hurting Raoul, and she now knew how it felt to be the one who was not allowed to speak out. It was even more torment than any possible pain could be.