Astrid shook with cold as she watched everything around her from the fleeing girl she envied slightly, to Charolotte's performance in the glass room to the chain of girls Rogers assembled just feet in front of her. Ignoring everything in front of her was impossible.<br/><br/>Her mind turned with the images of the events taking place around her. Dante had had it wrong, this was the second circle of hell. His imagination paled in comparison to what was taking place right in front of her eyes. It was like watching a nightmare come true. Astrid gritted her teeth and tried to endure as she always did. She wouldn't flee she decided there was no way she would be displayed as Charolotte was, but she couldn't watch anymore. It was making her ill to watch her fears come to life around her.<br/><br/>With a few simple harmless steps she turned away from the events, her back to the glass house. They couldn't make her watch anymore. The chain jingled as she moved drawing her eyes to Rogers still holding the leash Astrid so despised. She wanted to twist her wrist into it and yank as hard as she could, instead she just gripped the slack of it so it couldn't yank the collar around her neck tight and looked out towards the guards and the other senior students milling around like cattle, obedient and docile even with everything that was going on round them.