((Didn't want to interrupt the love making with a post, haha...))<br/><br/>Down in the Prisoner's section of the house, Jennifer was a complete and total mess.<br/><br/>Sitting tucked away in her cell, hidden in the corner with her bed obscuring any view of her, she quietly and in near silence, sobbed for the loss of her arm.  It was her everything.  With it, she could play the piano and draw.  It was with her arm that her gift of creativity came, and now that it was gone, it seemed a part of her died away.  She knew she would never be the same again, even if she did some how survive this whole ordeal.  Ruxandra could have taken away anything of her body, but instead, she took Jennifer's cherished arm away.<br/><br/>Would she ever be able to play again?  She did not know.  The mere thought of it made her sick to her stomach with overwhelming grief.  It was the one thing she loved to do other than singing, a gift her mother had taught her before her death, and now it was taken from her by that evil woman.  As she cried freely with her head against the wall in pure misery, her resolve strengthened, her will to survive hardened like stone.  One day, she was determined to get her revenge on this cold, evil woman.