If only she knew what she was eating. Ruxandra just smiled at Emily. Oh she would take pride in removing the girl's hands. Twenty-four was such a nice age and she was so easily to mold. She didn't seem to be bothered at all having slept in a windy old cell by something as simple as a meal. Sweet and innocent. How would she scream when the scalpel would slice through her skin? All kind of pretty thoughts for Ruxandra. Again her eyes slipped over to the other girl's breasts. Firm and big. They would look beautifull on herself.<br/><br/>"A heroine? Hmm I can see you play a heroice," she lied.<br/><br/>"So Harmony, tell us a little bit about you please? How old are you are you, boyfriends, dreamrole etcetera."<br/>