After the last torture, Emma had passed out. She regained consciousness when she was alone. Her wounds had healed and the pain was gone but she could still feel a dull throbbing in her head. The room reeked of blood which was everywhere. The place looked and smelled like a murder scene. Emma got up from her seat and went towards a table that had a jar of water. She took it and placed it near her nose, smelling it. She didn’t sense any poisonous substance in it so she drank a little, just enough to take away the thirst.

After taking the water, she went back and sat in...