When Jodi had come back to the room after her humiliating encounter with Sasha, Effie had already cried herself to sleep. One look at the girl's tear-stained face and horrid uniform told Jodi more than she wanted to know. Apparently not even wealth could protect a girl from Lady Shaw's brutes. Jodi hadn't slept well, and by the time Cecilia came by, she had slipped out of the room again, wanting to run away but knowing that the distance between the "college" and civilization would be an impossible barrier on foot. She needed a plan.<br/>So it was that when Cecilia came by, her broken slaves in tow, Jodi watched from several rooms down, peeking timorously through a common room's door left ajar. She saw Effie kneel, saw the other girls kneel, saw Cecilia's wanton fingering and the spit that splattered across Effie's face and her roommate's sobbing submission. When it was over, her fair cheeks were blanched with horror. They would do this to her if she stayed here - they would break her into an obedient sex toy. JJ bit her lip in fear. With stakes this high, she couldn't risk everything on an impulsive dash. If she ran and they caught her, she'd never have an opportunity again. She crept back into her empty dormroom, her heart pounding, and sat there, trying to think of a better plan, hoping no one would come for her.<br/><br/>When the door creaked open at last, Jodi's heart leapt into her throat - but it wasn't Cecilia or Sasha. Instead, it was a slender dark-haired girl, Jodi's age, wearing nothing but a mesh negligee, scars and tattoos clearly visible underneath. Jodi had heard the phrase, 'hollow-eyed', but now she understood it. Behind the girl's rich, lustrous brown eyes there was nothing - no spirit, no will. She had been crushed utterly, remade to suit the twisted desires of a prospective buyer. "Mistress wants you," the slave-girl said dully, and turned, displaying the word 'WHORE' tattooed across her buttocks - except that the tattoo artist, in a stroke of cruel ingenuity, had left out the 'O', its function served by her tiny, tight rosebud.<br/>The sunlight was hot on her skin as Jodi crossed the campus behind one of Lady Shaw's nearly-completed projects, but she felt cold.