Her eyes dance from face to face as she sits and squirms in the glaringly white office. The restraints around her wrists prevent her from gripping one of the imbecile's throats and raking her nails down their skin. The repulsing cloth shoved in her mouth also prevents her from screaming the many profanities that are running through her mind.

"Would you care to stop the thrashing, Margaret?" The main devil herself smirks and crosses her perfectly unblemished, freshly shaven legs as she perches on her sleek black office chair.

Margaret shakes her head, as she is not able to reply with a dirty piece of sweaty sock shoved down her throat. How classy, she thought, rolling her eyes mentally. The other foolish, brainwashed human beings sitting on the solid black chairs around the rooms study Margaret with wide eyes, seeing as she had just refused Dr. Trey's implied command.

Dr. Trey's eyes widen as well. Shaking her head, she stands up and walks around the -- once again -- black desk, making her way towards Margaret who watches her with hooded eyes. Gripping the young girl's chin, the doctor spits, "I don't give a damn how young and innocent you are, you will tell me what the plans are and I will go to any length to get it out of you. Even if it means torture."

Margaret's eyes widen momentarily before she puts on her nonchalant mask she was wearing when Satan's wife rips the sock out of Margaret's mouth (now realizing that she won't be able to reply with it in) and taking a deep breath, the girl says calmly, "I will tell you nothing."

The light brown eyes that belong to the doctor dance in amusement. "Oh you won't? Alright, then it looks like you chose the wrong path. I though you were smarter than that, Margaret." Margaret takes another look around the room at the horrified faces of the clones around the room; all female. Mustering up some courage, she gives a small smile to a young black haired girl. After doing so, the dark haired girl's blue eyes widen in shock.

Margaret turns back to Dr. Trey and retorts, "You aren't as smart as I thought you were either if you seriously believed I would tell you anything. Go on and torture me, I will take the pain if it means nothing will ever be found out by you."

A swift hand made its way across her cheek. Dr. Trey -- now with a red face -- has no remorse for what pain she just inflicted upon Margaret. Although, Margaret thought, worse pain is to come. The doctor turns to her slaves (unbeknownst to them) and screams, "This is the exact reason we had to separate men from women! Men corrupt their minds and cause them to turn against their own gender!" Turning again to Margaret she says calmly but venomously, "You know...I'm not going to torture you, I'm going to torture the man you love, the man who made you turn your back on us. You have been a fool and you will have to pay the price." A cackle escapes her lips. "Or actually...he will."