Luca had just barely slept that night in her cell. She felt horrible, guilt swallowing her entire self as she attempted to sleep. She couldn't rest, she couldn't cry or scream or anything. Eventually her exhaustion took over and her eyes began to close, finally unable to fight off the weight of sleep. It seemed like it she had only closed her eyes for a few moments when the sounds of the prisoners around her screaming and fighting woke her up. She sat up groggily when she heard the sound of her cell door opening.

She slowly raised her arms to be cuffed, not wanting to put up a fight. At this point her overall feeling of exhaustion and hopelessness kept her from wanting to try and counter these guards. If she was to start one, more would show up. She had no reason to try and fight so she might as well make it as painless as possible. She was escorted roughly out of her cell, her sleepless body felt heavy and distant. She wasn't sure what was happening and she was scared.

All of a sudden she was being strapped into a chair. She was surrounded by other prisoners, more then she could count. She shut her eyes, trying to keep from panicking. She tried to imagine her parents and her girlfriend, all of them smiling and hugging her. But this daydream soon became looks of distrust and fear, her girlfriend's sobbing face as the authorities dragged Luca away. She squeezed her eyes tighter, trying to push these thoughts away. Her normally joyful demeanor was full of anxiety and fear.