Darkness.... Silence.... This is what has made up her past 6 years since she entered this hell hole. Her wrists and ankles were raw and covered with scars from previous injuries inflicted by the very chains used to bind her down. She was much thinner than she used to be and she looked and played the part, the society gave her, very well; an animal. Occasionally a guard would come in to give her water in a small bowl that was hoisted up by a 30 foot pole. Once the bowl touched her lips, she would devour the water mercilessly. she didn't care to check if it was poisoned or not because if it was; at least she'd finally be able to die and not continue to live in the state she was in. She hated humans as much as she hated living, but still regarded herself by the name her parents gave her for some reason. Her name was Ace....