Just drifting off into a somewhat comfortable state, even suffering through the horrible affects of withdrawal, Rogue was immediately interrupted with a splash of dirty water. It caused the girl to growl and thrash in a fit of irritation and rage, almost as if Lucian knew that she was just settling into a state of comfort despite her current condition. This was the worst kind of torture nothing but pure hell and there was nothing that she could do about it. There would be revenge, eventually, but damn if she could deal with this kinda punishment again. Maybe she'd think twice about revenge, just think though.<br/><br/>There was one freedom allowed to the girl, breathing and that meant that she could also smell. It became her main instinct figuring out what was going on around her by what she could smell. It wasn't much to go on and it was the worst feeling in the world to not have any idea what was going on around her. At some points it was hard to tell but then the smell of cooking, it made her stomach rumble with need. Mirelurk, she knew the smell well. It was something that was rare to feast upon because it was a hard animal to defeat. It showed the survival training pushed into the enemy.<br/><br/>Another bucket of water caused the warm sweaty Rogue to growl and thrash about once more. How long had it been? The girl had slept soundly and being completely oblivious to the world had messed up her internal time clock. The girl was still irritable, from both the inprisonment and the withdrawal but the lack of jet was starting to turn her back into the girl that she once was. It was all that she could think about though, jet, and getting a dose but much longer without and the girl would be completely sober.<br/><br/>Rogue could feel a heavy boot against her head next, followed by someone moving her around like she was a rag doll. Out of instinct she fought against him even with the binds, it could have been her last moment. Although surely if he wanted her dead, she would be dead by now but she quickly remembered that there was something that he wanted. The girl quickly thought of the one request that she wanted that would make her a little more susceptible to work with the enemy. But Lucian didn't seem one to negotiate, hopefully she could change his mind.<br/><br/>When the blindfold was removed from her face, the light caught her eyes. After so much darkeness, her blue eyes were sensitive and she closed them for a moment before opening them back up to stare into Lucian's eyes. There was something different, more gentle, about the situation and she didn't flinch as he moved the wet hair from her eyes. She only watched him with curiosity as her stomach continued to rumble, even as he teased her with a bowl of food. She still couldn't speak or eat, the rope had made her tongue sore and was now soaked with drool that would dribble onto the floor. Rogue didn't move or fight, she just watched as they ignored her and began eating their meal.