Naomi clutched the hole in her throat after Allen pulled the knife out. It wasn't bleeding, just like all of the other wounds that that knife made, but it was painful and debilitating. The inability to speak finally pushed her over the edge. She looked at him with pleading eyes as she dropped to her knees and started crying in front of both him and her two former captives. Her sobbing was silent, only sounding like heavy breathing thanks to her no longer functional vocal chords. She curled up on the floor, a last and feeble line of defense now that she was utterly disabled.