She nodded to the woman, just wanting to get her out of the room. As soon as she was gone, she took a deep breath. In that instant, the tears finally could be contained no longer. She knew she'd cry herself to sleep.<em>As if I'd be in any mood to play with myself.</em><br/><br/>Faridah had a feeling sleeping in a net like this would be quite uncomfortable. It was even more so than she thought it would be. The pull of gravity upon her body with no support beneath it was most unnatural, and it was impossible to get into a comfortable position. Still, she had cried so hard the night before that she was able to get a decent amount of sleep. During that time, she had a nightmare about her fighting a giant monster that sort of resembled Mellisande chasing her in a dark forest, tearing away her clothes and demanding she "submit for her whipping." Even her dreams offered no safe harbor.<br/><br/>When she had awoken in the morning, she was disappointed to find herself still in captivity. She sighed, wishing that it had all been a dream, but she realized quickly that the nightmare was quite well. At least a night's worth of rest had allowed her to regain some of her composure, though she could not say quite so much for her wounded pride. If the sorceress carried out her threats from last night, she knew she'd cave to her demands.<br/><br/>For that reason, the princess hoped she had woken up early enough to get a chance to explore her surroundings and find a method of escape before that horrible woman had another chance to break her mind, body and worse of all, soul.