Karis felt her heart jump into her throat the moment their hands were on her arms, this wasn't at all what they had said. Jason was foolish to believe them and she was more a fool to go along with the charade, now she was in trouble. As she opened her mouth to let out her objection to their grip, she turned her head just in time to see Drake's fist, and there was nothing she could do about it. His fist impacted her face and nose straight on with a disgusting crunching noise. No doubt her nose was broken as blood spurted from it instantly and down her face. Karis' head snapped back with the impact and her vision flickered before blurring out into darkness.<br/><br/>She was knocked out for only a few minutes, enough time for them to easily lock her up without further incident. Her eyes fluttered open as she lay on the ground, sprawled out on her from with her head resting on the cold concrete and her limbs splayed in an awkward fashion. They had clearly not been that interested in her well being while putting her into the cell. Lifting her head up slowly, she propped herself up onto her elbows, "Ohh fuck..." she muttered to herself, her head pounding and her face stinging. Lifting a hand to her face carefully she felt the still wet blood under her nose and looked down at the small puddle that had formed where she lay. What the hell just happened, she knew this was a bad idea, she should have left last night when she had the chance.<br/><br/>Pushing herself back onto her knees, she took a moment on her hands and knees to collect herself, the single punch was enough to rock her, she wasn't the largest person and Drake most certainly was and he had used full force on her face. Sitting back on her heels, she finally sat up before unbuttoning the flannel shirt she wore and pulling it off, leaving her in her jeans and white tank. She used the shirt to carefully clean up her face as best as she could without a mirror. Every time she touched her nose it sent stinging pain through her face and caused her eyes to water but she would rather that then blood everywhere like a savage.<br/><br/>Karis pulled herself off the floor and into the only thing in the cell, a metal gurny like bed attached to the back wall of the cell. Sitting on the edge of it, she leaned forward with her head resting in her hands for awhile as she half expected someone to come by and talk with her. No one did though, and no one came by throughout the day to offer her anything. She was thirsty, her throat was dry and her face was pounding and the situation was making her angry. A couple hours after being locked up, she decided to start being a pain in their ass, because why not she had nothing to lose.<br/><br/>Standing at the door to the cell she would yell out every so often for someone in bursts until her throat hurt or her head started to pound again before she would stop. As Jason left Goran's office she started another bout of yelling, her voice was harsh at this point in the day though and she wasn't really sure that this was doing something but she wasn't going to just sit there and let this happen to her, that wasn't in her nature. "Somebody?" She yelled and loudly as she could, she could hear someone down the hall, they needed to stop ignoring her, "Can I at least have some fucking water?"