Naomi barely clung to the last thread of life that threatened to snap if she were to even be touched. Her entrails were spilling out of her like a sac of chunky water, but it wouldn't really have worried her if she didn't know she was totally and utterly defeated. The agony was insurmountable yet she could not scream, which only made the experience all that much worse. This time she began to weep again, but not in a way that she might have learned from previous victims. This was a sadness all her own.