Emily lay there, shivering from cold and fear, as she was slowly bound to the table, body part by body part. It was only after she was strapped in that she felt the desire to get up, and tugged at her restraints, but she couldn't work free of them.. then her neck was locked down and she could only swivel her head a little, now naked and entirely helpless...<br/><br/>Her eyes widened in surprise when she was told that her hands were going to be cut off, and she started panicking, jerking at her bonds, twisting her fingers in their linen bags, having no doubt that this insane woman meant what she said. Because she wants them?? What did that even mean? She was going to.. transplant her hands?<br/><br/>She shivered as a finger ran along her skin, tears sliding out of her eyes, as the woman continued, saying that Harmony had nothing to offer and that she might get one of Harmony's hands.. the whole thing made her want to throw up, but she fought it back, gagging slightly at the thought, squeaking as her stomach was slapped.<br/><br/>When she was asked if she had any questions, she blubbered, "Oh, please don't do this, please.. Please please anything but don't cut me up I promise I'll be good if you just don't hurt me, please!" She had waited too late, she knew, but all she knew how to do at this point was beg and plead and hope for a spark of mercy in this woman. She couldn't even imagine life without her hands.. she couldn't imagine the cruelty and horror of having her body taken apart on a whim like this.. And she heard Harmony asking to be unlocked.. asking to watch.. and Emily strained her neck to look over at Harmony, thinking the woman must have already gone insane to want to see it!