<strong>Amelia Lightfoot: Prisoner<br/>The Lab</strong><br/><br/>Amelia just lay there her cold eyes remaining on her torturer at least as much as she was able too from her position and the drugs. Still the young woman was calm, as if her mind was completely elsewhere. She had believed that here she must finish her journey into hell in order to bring her earthly father back. Perhaps she did, yet things were moving far more quickly it seemed. Yes her incarceration was making that happen.<br/><br/>Already the killer had been studying those around her here and those just in passing. Everything really did have to be right and done in the right order. None of these people realized just how meticulous she was.<br/><br/>She remained silent; it seemed this man did not listen even if her heard. The woman’s body jolted slightly as it would under the circumstances. Her brain registered the shock but again there was little reaction there. Did he not understand Amelia had died before and been reborn, that she had survived much because of who she was. This was nothing more than irritation.<br/><br/>After some time she spoke again, “Can we not just get to the matter at hand, and forgo the pleasantries.”<br/>