[center]~| 17:49 - 17:56 GST |~
~| Lea Rahn, Prison complex |~[/center]

Waking up due to a roaring hunger did not bring forth fond memories for Lea. In fact, they were quite the opposite. She quickly shook them off before she could delve on them further. She didn’t move much at first, merely opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling. The first thing she did was take in what her senses told her. Her ears told her that some in here were asleep. Some others were talking in the other bunk room, but she couldn’t quite hear what they were saying. Her mouth was dry, leaving her with a slightly sour aftertaste. She could smell sweat on her tunic, probably from her session with the Darth.

Of course, now that she had turned her focus away from the gnawing hunger, she could feel how her body ached. Then there was the clear evidence that implied she had a fever. She had no idea what Darth Nyiss was doing to her, but it had made her body ache all over. Something was definitely off. She couldn’t figure out what, but it was there, elusive.

It felt almost like her body was trying to fight off some sort of infection, but even with her senses guided by the Force, she could not place where in her body the infection was. It was almost as if it was… everywhere. “that can’t make sense…” she muttered quietly to herself. She would have to think more on it. Until she knows more, she certainly wouldn’t speak of it to anyone.

With that reasonably fair accounting of her body taken care of, Lea slowly sat up, doing her best to ignore how her body protested. She knew the Darth had no interest in killing her, so she resolved to make the best she could out of this situation. Thus she jumped off the bed, landing on the floor, finding herself once more a bit off-balance. Something was definitely off about her body. 

The nausea that presented itself at that point certainly didn’t help at all. She fought to keep the contents of her stomach down, only to realize there wasn’t much of anything in there. She forced the small amount of acid that had gone up back down, then walked unsteadily over to the table, which she used to steady herself. If only there had been some food to stave of the hunger...

This was not the control over herself she liked having. Not even close. No doubt that was part of the Darth’s plan. She knew well how Lea preferred to have control. Perhaps it was payment for her attitude at the start of the session? Whatever the reason, Lea decided, she would not figure it out on her own, but she had just as little idea about who to trust to help her figure it out. Were any of the others both skilled enough and trustworthy? Lea decided then and here that she did not feel that was so. Therefore, she would keep quiet about it for now, if she could. Till she learned more, she would just have to cope.