It hurts. The words. Her words. The condemning stare. It snaps Corrine back to reality and she's angry. At the baker at Joseph at the world. "You think I'm getting out of here?! He's going to keep me! Make me his slave like that - that thing!" Her words are raw and hoarse. Sharp. Filled with bile. But the girl has every right to accuse. Corrine fated her to this. "I offered to help because I thought -" Sobs well in her throat. " I thought if he let me near you I c-could help you escape." Escape. It's just them now. She has to. They have to escape. She starts rocking her body, trying to tear her hands from the tape, shift the chair to the girl, to something.

"I'm sorry!" Her wrists are raw and stretched and torn but the tape stays all the same, he sobs are too overwhelming to bear. It doesn't matter if they can hear. This is probably all part of Joseph's sick game. "I d-I didn't know. I'm so s-sorry. God I'm sorry." She rocks the chair so hard it falls. She crashes to the floor hard. A leg breaks. She can't escape the chair, but it seems she can break it. And she has her body on the ground now. It's horrible tedious work but she snakes closer. Closer to the baker. They are in this together.