So many big guys for one little girl,” Kallen started, but was silenced when they pulled the suit’s mask over her face, pulling the strap between her teeth and securing it at the back of her head. She resorted to an angry growl as they drug her to the cell, tossing her inside where she landed on her side, jerking her arms, trying to wiggle free. The food tray was in front of her, seemingly to taunt her. The guards were right behind her, grabbing hold and zipping the suit from her waist to her ankles, forcing her legs together. The straps at her thighs, knees, and ankles were next, leaving her gagged and fully unable to do more than wiggle around the floor like a worm. To say she was angry was an understatement.