Locke woke up on a spiked bed. She'd just been shot at: her execution. It was okay though, just a nightmare. Yet when she looked around at her surroundings, she knew better. She got up off the spiked bed and cautiously walked out the door. 
She was speechless. Speechless and thinkless. It was Hell. 
"God damn it, how did I deserve this?!" she yelled out loud.