Amelia smiled most politely at both guards, again there was no fear on her face, in fact she appeared to be studying them all, including the other women she licked her lips and complied in a most serene way to any orders. She really did seem amused and almost pleased to be in this place, after all why should it scare her in the slightest. Death held no fear for Amelia, she was almost on the brink of ascending anyway. This place was mearly another test.<br/><br/>She gave a polite nod of the head to the female and the followed the male, again she walked with grace and refinement, listening to the prattle he was speaking. All he wanted power they all did, but they would learn in time. Already Amelia had seen lust in the female guards eyes, maybe it was a repeat but it was a classic. They surely had meat hooks here. If not the killer could improvise…the question was who would hang with her joined and bleeding like meat.<br/><br/>Still none of this could be seen on that most serene face.<br/><br/>She cared little for her room mate and almost relished having the cell to herself as she considered the male guard and what wonderful elightnment she might offer him. She even thanked him politely as he put her in her cell. The problem was she could look right into his eyes and still keep that smile. Amelia Lightfoot was not scared of the man she was also not fearful of this place.<br/><br/>Once in her cell Amelia took a look about the place and the stood perfectly still waiting for her ‘room mate’ and the guard. However her mind was elsewhere. She truly believed she had been sent to this place for a reason. And that appeared to be punishment…Their punishment.<br/><br/>Yet this was something that would take time…for now Amelia could be most helpful and of course well mannered.<br/>