From the second Agba's men placed her in the cell Agassiz had prayed for death. They had immediately chained her hands together and hung her by her wrists from the ceiling only far enough off the ground that the tips of her toes could brush it. They had stripped her, and beaten her brutally and left her to hang for a few days completely alone until Agba had decided what to do with her. What she assumed in those few days is that Agba had killed both Jarron and Evil and that Rajnos would come soon for his assassins. But he never did. And after a while she thought that maybe he had come and Agba had defeated him. The only thing she knew for certain was she was starving and covered in her own filth and she would probably never regain feeling in her arms again. But for that she had been thankful, for the pain she endured the first few days of hanging was greater than she ever could have imagined. Her feet and legs were swollen, her ribs and hips ached from the beating and her throat was raw from screaming and lack of fluids. When Agba had finally walked through the door she had stiffened and tried to turn away for fear of another beating. He had put his hands up like he was approaching a horse about to bolt; an empty promise that he wouldn't do anything to her.