As Yolanda was lead into the recreational room, she observed the others being brought out. As before, most had their heads down or were staring around in bewilderment, having no idea where they were or what was happening. Occasionally, she'd see someone who seemed a little more sane and competent, though they seemed submissive. 

She grimaced at that and wondered how long it had taken for each of them to breakdown and become frightened shells of their former selves. Some of the quiter ones had long scars along the sides of their heads and she knew that their submission had assisted. 

Yolanda sat down on the couch and crossed her arms, wondering when Daniel would be allowed out. There was no doubt that she needed the man.