She tried to move her arms and found they felt.. heavy... heavier than she could lift.  She strained and pulled but those the last fibers of muscle she had tried their best, she could not move either arm from their place of 2 weeks.  She wondered if her legs were in similar shape...<br/><br/>She looked at the milk bowl and cringed.  Neither sounded appealing to her.  She sniffled softly, she didn't have it in herself to fight.  She looked at her captor.  "Do I really have to do this?  Do I really have to go through this?"  Her eyes wandered down to the bowl and then to Kerelith's breasts.. lingering there.  She had apparently already come to a decision.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>