Jemma listened to the girl, sobbing lightly here and there, wiping tears as they passed her cheek bone, and ultimately feeling sorry for herself. She began thinking of a skill, or something, that she could offer someone for protection. She looked past the bars, at the inmates walking past, peering in, then turning after a few steps and passing again.<br/><br/>Jemma sobbed loudly again, crossing her arms on her knees and burying her face into them. "I'm gunna die here, aren't I?" she said. She highly doubted there was a way out. Her fiance was rich, and her family was dead. Noone could argue her case for her... She whimpered a little, as she remembered what had happened when she first arrived.<br/><br/>How long would they do that to her? Until she was dead? Until a guard broke it up temporarily? Then what? She was a prisoner, and a guard wasn't going to be posted to just protect her... Could she never leave this cage again? What was there out there anyway? Death and pain... "Judis..." she said, after a long time of silence.