Jennifer sat in the dark and cold silence of her cell, feeling absolutely horrible as she slowly slid down the wall of her cell.  Tucked away between the bed and the corner of the wall, Jennifer could do nothing but to sit and tremble in fear.  It was her last time being a whole person, without being cut up and dissected for this woman's sick, sadistic desires.  Her arm was going to be gone.  What else was she going to take when this was all done and over with?  She couldn't help but to cry, curling herself up tightly in the dark cold corner.