Josephine gasped and whimpered when her underwear was ripped off, keeping her legs crossed and refusing to let these men use her  like this; she was just amusement for them, like a toy. She could tell where this was leading, and it was not going to be gentle or light or caring as Raoul had treated her. The guard that was standing at the door to Josephine's cell glanced over at Raoul. "Jealous, hmm, Prince? You got your turn, give us ours." Josephine glared at the man as he spoke, feeling completely helpless now yet angered and disgusted that anyone could treat a female with such careless disposition. "He will keep his words, believe him." "Not in his condition he won't."