81, Determination

Emma’s hair was matted and looked lifeless, its usual golden blond was a dull dust beige. There were only faint bruises visible on her face. It didn’t look like any permanent damage had been done. But she looked like a walking dead. Her skin was dull, her eyes sunken in and she had a weary look in her eyes that Emma didn’t recognise. She sighed and wondered if she should strip out of her dirty clothes and lie on top of the bed. The thought of getting naked made her skin crawl. She sighed and went back into the room and slid down to sit next to the bed, resting her back against it. Emma fell asleep like that and was awakened by the klick of the lock. She struggled to her feet as the door opened. In walked the woman Walker had brought to Bane’s office. She looked as surprised to see Emma as Emma did to see her.

“Hi,” Emma rasped.

“The water has been turned on. It will be shut off in ten minutes,” the woman informed Emma, and held out a towel and small bottles with shampoo and conditio