Shael huddles against the wall of her tiny cell, her knees pulled up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them. She shivers slightly due to the chill of the small room, her eyes squeezed closed against the throbbing lights. Unfortunately, she has nothing to use to plug her ears and block out the obnoxious sounds eminating from speakers hidden somewhere in the walls. She struggles for sleep, knowing she needs to conserve her energy, and hooping to escape the throbbing pain from the cuts and burns on her body. Sleep is, however, quite ellusive at the moment.