Raven gained conciousness back a good hour or so after they had fixed up her wounds. Opening her eyes, she noticed it was dark out and that she could hear the deep breathing of Trudy as she slept lightly. Slowly, she winced as she pulled her body up with the bars of the cage to help her. Stiffening as she saw the silhouette of the general. But there was a bottle in his hand that was barely hanging from his fingers as his eyes were locked on her.<br/><br/>Walking slowly over to the cage, it was obvious he was drunk as he leaned down next to her but outside the cage. Reaching through, he tangled his fingers in her curly, black hair and jerked her head against the bars of the cage with a dull thud. Reaching his other hand through, his rough fingers brushed over the soft skin of her cheek. "What is it about you..that wont break?..I've tried severely injuring you with the blade of a pen..I've choked you and thrown you around..yet you still wont just show me your pain...How is it something a beautiful and delicate as you...is so strong..Angel?" he asked her quietly as his eyes connected with hers.<br/><br/>The general had never given one of his women a pet name before, he only called them whores or bitches. But something about Raven had him entranced and he had come up with a pet name for her. Raven kept herself icy calm as she looked back into the general's unusual ice blue eyes. "If im going to die..then i will die knowing i didnt give you the satisfaction you were looking for," she hissed back quietly.<br/><br/>He growled softly then used her hair to push her away from the bars before letting go, letting her fall over to the floor. "I. Will. Break. You." he said coldly before standing and leaving the tent, leaving Raven unharmed for the first time.