Shey knelt there in her own world of depression, her body warm with the urges to reproduce causing a light sheen of sweat even though the air was ventilated and air conditioned. Still she did not seem to notice as she knelt there the stench of old human blood in the room barely noticeable to her in the current state of mind she was in. Nothing really seemed to matter to her anymore, there was really no reason to be even breathing at the moment but being bound up the way that she was she could not do anything about that. Crying had lost its meaning and purpose for her sometime ago, she is not sure when that happened. There just came a point when she didn't cry anymore, when she couldn't cry anymore. That was when she just knelt there and stared at the cement floor, at the section where it had become a darker grey from the blood that was spilled there.<br/><br/>At first her mind had entertained itself with counting the small specks and imperfections that she could spot, the small bubbles that were created when the cement had been poured and smoothed. This lasted a couple of hours until she had managed to count all at was within view, when that game ended her mind did the self destructive thing and began to think back on her life. Where it began, the events that were memorable and live altering; the meeting of friends, the times spent with them as they grew closer, their sudden and untimely deaths. Thinking of this only further reminded her that she seemed to be cause of so much pain and suffering to others, no mater what she did or where she went she always seemed to cause those close to her pain and suffering.<br/><br/>Tears began to roll down her cheeks, yet she barely seemed to even notice as she knelt there her mind lost in its pain filled memories. There was nothing left for her, no one left for her, she would never love another again. The moment she was able to she was going to end her life and her suffering, the only reason she was being kept alive was to probably use her against her men or use the fact she was in Heat as a means to impregnate her and breed a new generation of soldiers to fight and maim. If she could not have a child with Dherris then she would rather end her life now then allow another to use her to cause further pain and destruction.<br/><br/>So there she knelt the restraints they had her in left her very little space for movement. The thick heavy and ruined collar had two heavy and equally enchanted chains on it, secured tightly to the floor with just enough length to them to allow her to kneel in a hunched fashion. Her arms were still bound securely behind her back up high by her shoulders preventing her from applying the necessary leverage to use her strength to break free. Though with the loss of Dherris there was no real drive to do anything other then sit there and wait to die so its not like it really mattered to her anyway.<br/><br/>She did not even raise an eyebrow or twitch an ear at the sound of all the chaos and screams of pain in the hallway outside her cell. Did not even try to look at who entered when the door slid open, it didn't matter to her anymore, nothing mattered to her anymore. About the only thing she did was stifle a soft groan as her body, still in the effects of her Heat, reacted to a male presence. His words fell nearly on deaf ears, so deep was this self inflicted depression. A long tired sigh left her lips as she manged to muster the energy to raise her eyes to look at him, "Look.....I don't know who you are or what you are doing here? But do me the favor and just leave, your scent bothers me."