Mina is starting to feel a panic grow in her heart as the situation continues to advance. She is shoved down to her knees on hard slate, a wince taking to her face before she tries her best to put as pleasant a smile as she can manage. Being told that she is a good girl eases the panic just the tiniest bit, but that is counterbalanced by the sensation of the manacles going on too tight. She watches as Malia's struggle effectively amounts to nothing, the two women shoved through the staring and shouting crowd to a simple wooden bench.<br/><br/><strong>[Tagging Malia, Cris]</strong><br/><br/>Settled down upon the bench, the decidedly undressed ex-concubine tries her best to take stock of what is happening. There is a dirty looking boy seated next to her and a grubby looking man being beaten by the guards. Malia is thrown into the dirt for her troubles, no doubt ruining any attempt to clean herself and raise the chances of being spared by anybody who might matter. Mina does her best to keep her chest thrust forward, the manacles binding her arms behind her back making it all the easier, though there is an almost feral, primeval fear taking to her eyes as the voices reach her.<br/><br/>The talk is terrible. Torture and rape and death and not necessarily in that particular order. She had still been insulating herself from the prospects of this, telling herself sweet lies that everything would work out fine if she just keeps presenting herself properly. The slightly ditzy, dumb looking smile starts to fade from the blonde girl's face as everything starts to sink in. It melts completely into a fearful, slightly opened mouth when she sees what they are setting up in the center of the horrible stage.<br/><br/><strong>"We're... they're not really going to do something like this to us... right? Come on, Malia! Tell them that I'm good and innocent of your crimes! Do something to get us out of this!"</strong>Her voice quavers as her eyes dart over everything in hopes that there might be somewhere in the crowd that she could make a break for, while the guards were distracted with something else.