<span style="color: #0040FF">Several hours had passed when Angelica was brought back.  <br/><br/>She was even more worn than before, and she had a large gash across her cheek.  The gash spit blood down her cheek.  But she was more admandant than usual.  When the guards threw her back into her cell she spat at them.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Nasty little thing you are, aren't you?"</span></span><span style="color: #0040FF">the guard ask her, laughing.  He moved forward to remove the collar and chains.  Once it was removed, she spat at him again.  She missed him, but he took it upon himself to smack her across the other side of her face.  The gash spit a little more blood down her face while a large bruise butterflyed across the other cheek.  Her eye was already starting to blacken.  But she kept her mouth shut.  She didn't cry out or scream.  The guard shook his head and closed the cell off and locked it tightly.  His footsteps retreated down the corridor.<br/><br/>After a moment she quickly moved over to the edge of the cell closest to Ruby.  <br/><br/>"Hey, are you okay?  Did they come get you today?"  she whispered, rubbing her cheek idly.  It had hurt, but it'd felt so good at the same time.</span>