[b] Emma - Her Cell - Bex [/b]

She watched the men drag the prisoner towards a cell. She wished that there was something she could do. "Men die? Well good thing I'm not a man... I'm not even a woman." She held beck the urge to cry as she spoke. 

"I'm not even a woman and do you know whats gonna happen to me now? You've talked to me now; you obviously aren't completely heartless! I'm going to experience what no one should... and you're going to stand by. Heck, you'll probably join in won't you?" She stood with a good deal of effort, approaching the bars and looking straight at the man. She didn't know his name, but she'd make sure he remembered hers. If she couldn't hurt him physically, she could try to hurt him emotionally. "My name is Emma Jane Crowe, I'm 14 years old, and you and your 'pals' are gonna violate me!" Her voice rose at the the end of her statement. Emma had no idea where the boldness had come from.. She dropped back down to the floor and allowed herself to cry quietly.