Her cell door opened and the hostess was there, grabbing her wrists and tugging her forward with her surprising strength.. When she was warned not to fight her, she went limp and followed almost meekly behind the evil woman. She wasn't going to win this fight, she wasn't going to get free unless the hostess chose to let her... She tried not to think about how she would soon be losing an arm as she was dragged along the floor, her feet skidding behind her naked, wet body, but her body shivered in fear just the same..<br/><br/>Before she knew it, she was strapped again to the hateful table and could only watch mutely as the hostess dragged the other girl out of her cell and strapped her to the table across from her, before coming back over to focus on Emily again. Every touch against her skin made her shudder in revulsion, but she was cowed and defeated, other than occasionally glaring across at the girl who would soon be getting her arm.<br/><br/>She hears the hostess talking and turns weakly to look at her, and hears that there is still a chance to get out of here but she has to be very good now.. Her lips quiver as she hesitates to talk, but finally manages to say in almost a whisper that still manages to carry through the room, "I... I'll be good next time. I.. I'll accept whatever you tell me. Please.. I just want to go home again.."