Cody listened as the person walked close to him. He expected some degrading talk, maybe a shove. The slap knocked him sideways slightly, making him moan in pain as he hit the floor. The voice that talked down to him made him shiver. Uriah. Anyone, anyone but him.<br/><br/>Being pulled somewhat upright by his chin again made him gasp in shock and pain, wishing he could bite the thumb that ran across his lips through the cloth. He fell to the ground again after being let go, grunting in pain at the contact. He heard the threat about the punishment, and wished he didn't have to take it from Uriah.<br/><br/>When the cloth was removed, all logic left his mind as he screamed, "Damn you! Damn you! Fuck you! Fuck every last one of you fuckers who invaded! I hope you all rot and burn in agony, you cunt!"<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Winoa was dead silent as they were dragged out of the first room and into the holding cell. Her pale gray eyes stared blankly at the floor as the guards left, her face expressionless until she knew they were gone. She looked up in the direction of where she thought Tristan was and waited for the plan of second escape. Like hell they were sitting around waiting for their death.<br/><br/>Her brown curls fell in front of her pale eyes, her dark brown skin covered in scratches and cuts from their previous escape. She only wore a simple gray dress that reached her knees, with tanktop-like straps. The dress was ragged and torn, covered in dirt and blood.