She stares at him. "With Jeff around, no one ever touched me." She snaps at him. "No one." Not even the Mistress - who didn't believe in corporal punishment anyway. The Mistress hadn't wanted to damage the merchandise, after all.

She looks past him at the door all her family had been lead out of, in cuffs. The children from the kitchen had been lead out that way too. She is probably never going to see them again.

"Where will you take me?" She asks, miserable. She's never getting away from these people. All her hard work, all her desperate study hours, wasted, gone, all because these people decided that someone did something wrong and deserved to be punished.