Hannah screamed at the pain but there was nothing else she could do. Her anger simmered deeply in her, fueled and hardened into a resolve for freedom by the pain. Her hatred, now tinged with real fear, reached to the bottom of her soul as she called upon all the resolve she had to bare the pain. The voltage flew through the water which was now lightly coating every inch of her bare skin and hair. She tried to reach up and jump about, only meeting more current everywhere she went.

When it was over, Hannah sunk back down on to the floor of the cage, her raven hair frizzled and sticking straight up. She closed her eyes and simply passed out.

When Hannah opened her eyes again, she looked around in confusion, sitting up in her dark, cold cage. It took her a moment to remember where she was before she shook the bars a little again, suddenly overcome again with rage. Her whole life was being stolen from her. All her love and laughter and the years she'd had ahead of her of ordinary life had been taken just like that. It was all the little details that flooded back. How much she'd been looking forward to wearing the dress she'd bought the other day in public for the first time, the way cookies smelled fresh from the over, the way her dog alwas ran out of the back room to the door whenever she came in, the songs her mother sang her when she was a baby. All of that was gone. She thought of her mother and father, worried sick, of the frantic search they muct be orchestating. Closing her eyes tightly, she made a silent and yet still furious prayer that help would find her.