Diana had been tased before.  She wasn't sure if one such incident was responsible for the fact she found herself in some strange, with strange men, doing strange things to her, but that didn't mean she was in any particular kind of hurry to find herself, once again, on the receiving end of an ungodly amount of juice shooting into her body, wondering around the place like a bunch of tourist that didn't understand just how serious the museum curators were about not touching anything, and then surging out of her like so many past lovers with better things to do.  

Luckily though, it never came to that, and she didn't have to do a damn thing to save herself.  One of the other prisoners, who apparently were apparently unhappy with the arrangements attacked the man.  It was quick, brutal and successful like any kind of fight should be.  Before anyone could figure out what was going on, the two guards were down.  They were down and out.  Were they down and dead?  Diana didn't know, but she crossed her fingers and toes, and prayed to every non-existing divine entity below that this was the case.  The fewer people alive to chase them the better.  

For a moment after the assault, Diana wondered what to do, but then she remember the brunette had run out.  Then the other guy.  She could've stayed.  She could've waited to see how things turned out for the ones left inside the building.  She didn't, of course.  She had too much to live for, the least of which not being the fact that there was a piece of Cheesecake factory cake still in her refrigerator and there was a chance, a sliver of hope, within her was a shred of a dreams he could finish that cake, before it started tasting like the fridge that surrounded it, and for that she got to her feet, and followed the others who fled.