Re: Holding Pens: Allison
Handcuffs and spreader bars used to be words that meant nothing to Allison, but even as she said it, a shiver ran through Allison, and she just continued glaring at the woman in front of her. Both would restrict her movements, she wouldn't be able to run, and worst of all, she knew Scott was somewhere, in the crowds of people, and he'd see, he'd judge... She took a deep breath to not let herself cry. She wouldn't do it in front of this bitch. Not ever.
Even as the restraints were being attached, Allison struggled against Eterna's grip, convinced she could get away, but every attempt was thwarted, and soon her muscles ached from the constant attempts to get away, and the last attempt at kicking away both Eterna and the handler met with her ankle being grabbed, and locked into the free side of the spreader. She cried out in frustration, knowing to try and kick now was pointless - it'd just end with her on her ass, and that was too embarrassing to do in front of all these people, a show of just how weak she was.
Allison locked her eyes forward, not even staring at Eterna, but at a spot on the wall in the distance. She wouldn't bend to this woman's will, ever, and so eventually she'd move along, accept that she was too much work, and Allison could remain unpurchased, giving her plenty more room for escape.