"Okay girl, here's a pencil and notepad," Susan said, handing the objects to Jen, "I know you can't understand, but you can pretend to study. It looks cute and should keep you busy."
Jen, frowning at the condescending tone Susan was using, nonetheless took the offered notepad and turned her attention back to the front of the room. Just to spite Susan and the situation, she tried to pay close attention to what the teacher was saying. But she quickly realized to her horror that no matter how hard she listened, she couldn't actually make out what Mr. Jones was saying; it all just seemed to turn into a drone in her ears. Likewise, even though she knew that the writing on the room's chalkboard was in English, it just seemed to melt into gibberish.
With a chill of despair, Jen realized what was happening. Susan had said that she couldn't understand, so now she couldn't.
Jen wanted to moan at the situation. She'd lost her clothes and bladder control, she was being treated like an animal - "worse than an animal", whatever that meant - she could barely speak, and now a good chunk of her intelligence had been taken from her. How could this possibly get any worse?