Elizabeth was starting to swear and not just from her flailing. Her rage hadn't subsided yet but it was wearing thin. They could see they were about to break through to the next stage. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. "Look, you know as well as I do that I work for Dr. Stephanie Worthington. You know she's a feminist and she's against all the laws the government has recently passed on women's rights, women's duties in the household, and women prisoners, especially on lesbianism. But she's been saying that for months. That can't really be why I'm here. So what the fuck do you want?"

In a moment of frustration and anger, Elizabeth strained the muscles in those soft white legs to stand up while cuffed to the chair, holding the chair itself uncomfortably on her back as she stooped forward. White sneakers stomping hurriedly, she made a rather ridiculous effort to move towards the door."I'm going to go call her now. I get my damned phone call. I expect to get my glasses and the rest of my clothes back when I get back. Ok, assholes?" Elizabeth hissed.