Cheza knew very well it was fruitless to fight someone dragging you around by the hair so she went with the woman, staying on her feet. She really didn't want to know where she was being dragged, what the thing in the corner she really couldn't see was. She yelped a bit in pain when her arm was twisted behind her. She tried to drag her feet, tried to draw out the length of time it took to get to the corner but the woman pushed her along.