Molly felt her facial cheeks heat to a temperature that closely matched that of her nether region as she listened to the thoroughly embarrassing sounds the young women were making. More so, she was appalled about how exposed their private parts were to everyone who walked by. She faltered in her decision to stay, and then quickly recalled the gruesome tales of incarceration. She knew she was being both coerced and manipulated by these evil people, but her drive to survive took precedence. Her penchant for stubbornness prevailed, and Molly lifted her chin slightly, determined to avoid further whippings by proving herself to be the model inmate. Perfect behavior would buy her the time she needed to discover a means of freedom from this asylum. Her red-faced, puffy-eyed companions were ushered from the intake room and stood to wait with Molly. After being treated to several punishment scenes occurring across the hall, they were led by Attendant Hazel to another door sporting a large placard reading “Dr.
