Zoe eyelids fluttered to adjust to the light. Attempting to scramble back as the stitched face man approached, she tripped back and came to a seated position against one wall. She froze stock still as she watched as he smashed her wrist. The impact caused her hand to press unforgivably into the hard metal of the crampon. Pulling her arm to her chest, she looked away from her captor to view the damage. A crescent shaped gash stretched across her palm and seeped blood while her hand jutted backward at a weird angle. This did not bode well. "You are go...going to torture me aren't you. I've seen those movies, and I...i...i know how this ends." Her voice quavered a little as she stuttered through the pain.