Although Lauren strongly objected, her opposition was futile.
I grabbed Lauren's arm and dragged her to the square table, forcing her to take a good look at the object.
It was a pair of shorts made of sheet metal, thick, sturdy, and roughly matching Lauren's size.
The metal underwear was connected with a small lock.
After unlocking the small lock, the metal underwear split into two pieces, one for the front and one for the back.
I held the metal underwear, preparing to put it on Lauren, but she screamed and turned to run.
Perhaps Lauren's relationships with others were truly terrible, as the other women all stood up to block her.
With the combined efforts of the four survivors, Lauren's limbs were tightly restrained, leaving her unable to escape or struggle.
I placed the two pieces
