<br/>I know perfectly well they were not allowing me to do anything - they had no idea what I was up to, because i am good at what I do. I let the man's comment slide, but there's no way I'm going to let some housemaid try to take shots at me.  "and you'd make a fine cow - if you aren't already" I snap back at her, yanking on my bonds. Try as I might though, I can't keep hold of that anger - I'm cuffed, held by three armed lunatics discussing making me into some kind of freak wall... whatever those men were. It's terrifying.<br/><br/>I perk up at the talk of what I'd be good for, though - I'm good at a lot of things. If these jokers can get a staff job, maybe I could as well. Still, right now I'd rather escape than go job hunting. I watch as the gazebo comes up, trying to control the rising fear in me - I know they have something planned here, and I've no idea what.