Colette was brought to the dungeon rather roughly.  Her items were confiscated, including her knife and bag.  Without those, she was completely out of weapons and options.  As she was put into the cell, they unshackled her wrists and threw her in.  She hit the cold stone floor as the door was quickly locked behind her.  She was left alone in the room, with no intention to escape.  Her back slumped against the wall as she stared blankly at the floor.  She was completely out of options.  She was going to die in a few days and every second down in the cold damp room would remind her of her sins.<br/><br/>'I'm probably going to hell anyways so maybe this isn't too bad compared to what's coming...' She thought morbidly.  She hugged her legs to her chest to keep warm as she let her hair fall loosely behind her.  This room would certainly kill her before she was even brought outside.  Everyone was against her and all she could do was wish that being hung wasn't as painful as it looked.