[Rella, already seated, didn't put up a fight. She's learned well enough by now that there's no point to it, really. They get their way, and she doesn't want to mess up her hair. She watches with a calm, sweet expression as her apparent partner in torture is seated across from him, his hands shoved into the device...and finally, once the count down has begun, finally speaks.]
Last time I was brought in here, they only trapped one hand from each of us. What an unfortunate development.
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Last time I was brought in here, they only trapped one hand from each of us. What an unfortunate development.