<br/>I grimace as I begin moving forward again - it feels like each step is being torn out of me. Fear is blooming into terror - what will these people do with me? "Please, I didn't mean to cause any problems - he attacked me." I say softly, keeping my eyes down as I step past the wires and in front of the maid. I'm still keeping alert for any chance to make a move, but it doesn't feel like one will present itself - I'm shaking now, and I can feel my eyes burning.<br/><br/>I hate this maid, more than I have ever hated anyone, and there's nothing I can do about it - I'm almost helpless. I just want one shot at her, I'm almost vibrating with the frustration of it all.