Her arm throbs with an unbearable pain. Tears roll down her cheeks as she is put to work . Her hair is wild from the rolling around on the floor. She can't bear to even th ink of the word that could change her life. Typing she sees her left arm turn purple and grabs the back of her head. She remembers the iron fist clamping down on her. But she can't bear to think of it. She can't even listen to her favorite music. She works in silence.