When she finally stopped crying and fell asleep, it was a deep enough sleep that even when the lock in her cell was forcefully pried open, she still didn't wake.
Even when a cloth was put over her mouth, allowing her to breathe in the chemicals that had been sprayed on it, she still didn't wake.
When she was carried out of the mansion and over walls, even as another group created a distraction elsewhere for an easier extraction, she still didn't wake.
It wasn't until she was taken to a warehouse and placed on the ground, tightly tied up, that she finally stirred. The sound of knives echoed around her, accompanied by the subtle sound of something hard hitting the ground, jerking her awake, her eyes wide in shock, only to flinch from the brightness of the room.
The bonds around her were chains, and no matter how much she tried to pull away, she couldn't, even as her eyes took in the men in front of her.
