She clang that thin blanket to herself more tightly then ever as she listened to the red head talk. What she said made no sense to her. It was only making the anger in her to well up again but somehow she tried to control it.<br/>How could she say that money did nothing here? How could that be? Money always talked. No she was just telling her bullshit to totally dishearten her. It was an evil plan. A fucking evil plan.<br/>"nothing would be fine..you hear me..stop lying..you..you..." she yelled out all of sudden not able to control her anger any longer.<br/>She then suddenly broke down in to tears again. Every moment she spent in that filthy kennel was like a lifelong of humiliation. " just let me go..please..let me go.."