The brunette was kneeling on the floor, her hair a mess and matted, long dried blood crusted down the side of her head and nose, some even in her long locks. Traces of long dried tears stained her cheeks as her eyes were slightly red, though one was turning
black and purple, a sickly yellow running around her eye socket. Her breaths were shallow and short as she had been left to her own thoughts and devices. Her arms were tightly tied behind her back, another binding around her torsos to keep her arms near to her body. She shifted a bit,trying to get in a comfortable position, which was nearly impossible as her legs were tied up in several different places. She wiggled a bit, though not much. Hours of struggling, on top of hours of running and then crying, had exhausted her, and all she wanted now was to sleep. Her eyes lids were heavy, almost closed when she heard foot steps, and someone entered. A low grow came from her as she glared.