Everything had become a blinding flash when the prod met her skin, numbing her to everything else. When it cleared, she found she could no longer move her arms. She glanced up and saw her arms locked onto cuffs. Tight enough so she couldn't move, but not so tight they hurt. Much. They were also far to strong for her to break.

"Struggle all you want," she heard, and that's exactly what she did. Her legs lashed out, striking one of the men and she felt a small pang of pride at the pain she caused. Her struggles continued until the man she kicked struck her hard across the face. She was dazed again until she felt a touch on the cheek. She tried to turn away but her head was forced to look to a cell next to her room, and the girl within. She heard his speech but only really registered how broken the girl looked, and Ashley wondered how long she'd been there. She also wondered how long it would be until she herself looked like that.

As the two men began to cut away at her cloths, she looked pleadingly at the leader, whimpering softly into the gag and shaking her head no. She begged him to stop as her undergarments came into view, just as pretty as the she had been in the club.