The settling of Gerlinde's features proved what Lisle had forgotten for that brief moment.  She was just being prepared.  She was what the guards called 'raw material'.  If not for some twist of fate, some other girl would be in this exact position, being told what a good little kitty she was.<br/><br/>She, too, glanced down at the narrow parting between their bodies.  She could see and feel the thick prong that had her hooked as neatly as a fish on a gaffe.  She would learn - she would obey - or she would die.  It was as simple as that.