Saluting he stood up walking towards the cage, leading Trudy and appearing somewhat regretful, but not even doing anything, just walking out the tent, as he left the from the exit. He sighed and turned to Trudy, "I thought you were dead..." she shook her head, still trembling, her mouth opening to reply finally after a long drawn out pause, "I was in a coma...". With that he couldn't say much else, or think what else to say, as the whole mood was the same as before, it wasn't rare for at least five girls to be in, but well since the curfew, it been harder to find new ones. Why the hell was he thinking this.<br/><br/>After a bit the Sarge came out, furious muttering to himself, "Need to work more on my toys, as she clearly got a lot of guts, let's see if we can break her." laughing he walked off. Letting Malcolm take Trudy back in, when he arrived back inside, he saw the cage floor soaked with blood, but the girl staring furiously gripping a pen encrusted with blood, in her mouth.<br/><br/>To be honest it was rather terrifying.