<strong>Poor Tsang</strong><br/><br/>He was mocking her and she just took it.  There was no point in responding and she had her work cut out for her already.  Degraded, damaged, enslaved but at least she was still alive.  Where there was life, there was hope.  This might be Hell but she was determined to keep something of her wits about her even as her body was mangled and used.  Almost more terrifying to her was how quickly she was growing to like it.