Cateline gasped, yelping as she was grabbed. She made no move to fight them. It would be useless. "There's almost nothing left-" She breathed, trying to hold the knife away from her throat as she spoke to him, before being dragged down the hall. She could feel her heart pounding rapidly against her chest, fat tears starting to roll down her cheeks, shaking hands holding onto her captor, and quick, shallow breathing that was attempting to be controlled. 
When they pulled her down to the basement, a small wave of despair washed over her. This would be it. The end. Even if she told them where everything else was, they would still take her, do with her as they pleased, and then, if they were merciful, just kill her. Watching them kick over the fort, she pursed her lips together. [i]I just hope it's quick..[/i] 
"What makes you different? You doing this is no better.." Cateline spoke softly, almost shocking herself with the words.
Frowning at the body, she shook her head. "There's almost nothing left.." She told them, their body odor making her scrunch her nose. "But take it.. Take it and just go.. Please.. Leave me be, let me unharmed and untouched, and you can take everything.. No one will know.." She tried to wipe her cheeks, watching the body in the corner. That would be her, no matter what these men said..