The Djala holding her hair landed a stinging slap on her cheek. "Wrong. You're weak because you're a weak person. We do not make you weak, you submited without us hardly touching you." She said sternly.<br/><br/>"Pathetic little human. Stop lying and admit it!" Another one, from the back hissed at her. One had already started squeezing her breasts under the fabric of her dress. "Are you proud of these? They will serve you well here." While the third yanked her hair, pulling her face upwards, so she could lock her lips with Chocolates, probing deep.