Talia's POV;
After the camera was turned off, they left me alone again. Louis's body was dragged away, and the floor was carelessly mopped, leaving behind several reddish-brown streaks. I stared at them, my thoughts slow and sluggish, as if I were in a stupor.
I was no longer shaking, though an occasional shudder still wracked my body. My stitches ached dully, and I wondered if I tore any of them during my struggles earlier. I didn't see any blood seeping through my hospital gown, so maybe I didn't.
A little while later, they brought me some water. I greedily gulped down the whole cup, causing some of the men to laugh and say something in Arabic while rubbing their crotches suggestively. I almost thought they were hoping that Nicholas doesn't come through, so they got to 'play' with me before the Suit went to work.
