This last time it was the death of her emotional self. It had been the demise of a large portion of her humanity. She’d been tortured and disemboweled. She had been shown her own insides. She remembered everything, every last horrifying second. Kevin had been the one to deliver her to this horrifying version of death. She lay in the still and the silence. She did not attempt to move a muscle. There are some things that you can't come back from.
The wall opened, and she was dragged through by a familiar face. Patrick stammered, “I don't have time to explain, but things are not as they appear to be.”
Patrick left her there lying emotionally vacant on the ground, staring at the stone above. She did not try to stand up. Kayn made no attempt to seek vengeance. She wasn’t sure how long she lay motionless. She was one with the floor. She would close her eyes and become a part of it now. She heard someone coming. They were Triad. They looked down at her and kept walking. She heard one of them say, “She’s almost gone...don't bother."She lay motionless on the hard stone floor, her eyes wide open. She did not even have the will to blink. They were right. She was almost gone.