Lia had been taking another drag on her cigarette when Jeremy spoke again. She glanced up at him, dark eyes watching his face as she blew out a puff of smoke. With a sigh and a nod, she silently agreed with him. Whoever was in charge of this hell-on-earth knew about her abusive past, as well as Jeremy and whatever he had seen.<br/><br/>But who would know both of them? She had a feeling Jeremy didn't run in the same circles she did. One, he was older. Two, married. She had a feeling he didn't cut, so...that was out. She ran a hand through her black hair, sucking on her cigarette one last time before dropping it into the snow and stamping it out with her shoe. She looked up at Jeremy, forcing herself to not look at the lake. Her arm ached now slightly and she swore, glaring at her arm before looking up at him.<br/><br/>She nodded at Jeremy's insight on feeling trapped and shook her head. "Not crazy. I don't think escape is as easy as just walking out. Someone's playing God too well. It pisses me off." She scowled at the surrounding woods before looking at the man.<br/><br/>"I hope that guy shows up soon. I want to beat him to a pulp." She glared at the surrounding forest, as if daring some random person to show up and approach her. She may not seem it, but she was blood-thirsty. Wanting to kill someone, random or not.<br/><br/>God, being murderous and having nothing to do about it was infuriating. She could have attacked Jeremy, but didn't want to, being the gun in his hand and the obvious mastery he had over said gun. Yeah, not going to chance that fight. She'd be dead before she took two steps.