Elizabeth sat alone in her room and waited for the men to bring her her chocolate milk. She looked quietly around the room, an increasingly concerned frown on her pretty face. She leaned down to lightly rub her hurting calves with the flat of her soft, milky palms. She stood up after a long moment and her sneakered feet paced back and forth across the floor. She just waited,

Diana, lacking even a piece of furniture, sat down against the wall. Still wearing her pantsuit, she pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She waited and waited. The tedium was getting almost more painful than her expected punishment and still nothing happened. "I request to hear the charges against me." she repeated again, a little quieter this time.