Anne Marie Jenkins sat against the padded wall in an almost catatonic state as the first "thump" could be felt. The haze from the sedatives was beginning to lift, and in her mind she was laying in bed with Shelby, tracing her fingers along the petite blonde's hip. In the memory they were looking at a cruise brochure trying to decide which trip they wanted to take to the Caribbean.<br/><br/>The thump happened again disturbing her memory, as Anne's pale blue eyes slowly opened. The long dark brown locks were pulled away from her face in a haphazard pony tail. The nurses must have done it, she figured and slowly struggled to her feet. Her hands were bound to her waist by leather shackles attached to a heavy belt that fastened in the back with a key lock. Anne's feet were bound as well, with heavy leather shackles with a short chain between them, that allowed her to barely walk around. To an observer she looked tired, and a little beat up, the anger and maniacal joy creating premature lines on her young face. The thump happened again, turning quickly she lay against the padded room floor and banged on the wall with her feet. "HEY THUMPER! KNOCK IT OFF!" she yelled at whatever was making the noise.