"They have me trapped, without any visible escape from their smiling ranks.  I thought that joining their sick game might be easier than walking away; I didn't want to offend them.  If I had, I would most certainly be done for.  As it is, maybe a quick, painless death would be an improvement upon my current situation, which looks to first humiliate, and then torture me relentlessly.  What kind of ungodly ritual is this?  There are enough beasts here that I could take down one, maybe two before they got smart, and decided to all attack at once.  But who is going to make the first move?  Who is going to start this bloody massacre off with a violent rush of claws and teeth?  Or perhaps they underestimate me?  Or even, take me for one of their own.  Will they be able to smell my fear, being the vicious devil-dogs that they are?  Can they read my thoughts?  That one just looked at me!  She could hear me.  Do you hear me?  Don't worry... I'm just like everybody else here.  That's it, the gig is up!"

With this thought, Arlington stands up from the circle and runs to the door.

"You won't get me this time, you monstrous fuckers!"

Arlington pushes over the girl in the doorway, then takes a book from the shelf and throws it at the nearest guy on the couch.  He runs away...