Even Tough Cookies Crumble {Charlie & Chief}

Round & round her cheap threaded bracelet twirls around her thinned wrist. It's the only thing she has left in this dump, and at times it's the only thing that keeps her sane. She concentrates on the rough fabric gliding against her pale skin, so much to the point a pink hue is forming from the irritation. Does she pause to relieve her slightly stinging wrist? Not for a second. Without it she'd be forced to truly listen to the screams and moans echoing down the halls. These silly woven strings hold more meaning then Charlie could ever explain.

The cell door being opened is all that catches her attention at this point. A rare sound the usually means her cellmate's going to be taken again. She bites down on her inner cheek to prevent herself from retaliating for him. Curled up on the top bunk as she listens to those footsteps draw closer. Is he refusing to cooperate? She glances behind her, just to see those damn Keepers grabbing at her instead. Crap.

Her body hits the ground like a ton of bricks, and it feels like every bone in her shatters from the impact. She used to be so strong. Now it feels like every bit of her life has already been drained from her. "Get up." One of them demands in a stern voice, grabbing onto her shoulder to harshly yank her to her feet. Guess that settles that. She shoots them a deadly glare before they're shoving her out into the hallway. Hands get cuffed behind her back, but she no longer as the urge to fight as she always did in the past. No, she can only hope this is the end of line to this place. In one way, or another.

"Don't say I'm going home already. I'll miss you guys too much." Charlie sarcastically comments under her breath, as they lead her away. They only laugh in return.

What's so funny? She gave that Keeper -that interrogated her before- valid information in exchange for early release. The worn-down bracelet upon her wrist is prove of that. And the fact he hasn't visited her again, to tear away this precious object of hers, must mean he's caught the group she gave up. Yet the Keepers behind her laugh? Then she notices the spots of stained red on the concrete floor, and something tells her they're not heading to the exit.

"Guys, I think we have a mixup here." She manages to keep her voice collected, though she's physically pushing backwards to halt any progress. "See I already got my thumb broken, and gave up some really juicy intel." She can't help but chuckle as she makes it sound like such torture. "So lets just go back to my cell, and you guys can recheck my file." Or not, because they're then in one of those bright-white rooms, and she's being cuffed to a chair. "Damn Keepers." Is muttered from her as they leave the room.