Quietly Jennifer was led back to her cell, finding the far off corner of her cell to hide and suffer through her sorrow and heartache.  She could only listen to the sounds around her coming through the halls as she closed her eyes.  Jennifer did not want to watch, nor did she want to hear any of it.  The only thing she truly wanted was her arm and her life back, instead of being made into some sadist's horrific idea of a rag doll to play with and mutilate for fun.  Her whole life had changed for the worst in only a matter of days.  Even though she had an arm now, it wasn't hers, it wasn't the same.<br/><br/>It was while she was tucked into the far, hidden corner of her room that Harmony focused her attention upon her.  Jennifer could only look at her in a mixture of disgust and fear, disgust of the horrific attitude she carried herself with to the other girl, and fear of what she had become.  As long as she could help it, she was not going to become like that.<br/><br/>"Go fuck yourself you brain washed bitch." She said, clutching her body tighter with her real arm as her eyes focused upon her.