The girl, Lydia by name, was sitting on the cot with her knees drawn close to her thin frame. To those who didn't know her since her capture, would have thought her eleven despite being thirteen. It was all due to the punishments of not doing a mission or simple task that their captures asked of them. She lost track of the times she went hungry but was only given enough to get by. 

"Give it a rest, Beej. These assholes can't hear you anyway." She said, coming out of her now iconic catatonic like state. One bad habit she picked up was a foul mouth. With a demon that only she could see or hear as company, it would quite obvious to anyone working there where she had gotten it from. A loud growl rang out that she knew wasn't the demon before her but rather the one inside her called a stomach. 

"It's probably because we fucked something up like not killing the right target or some bullshit like that. So hungry my stomach is eating itself." She grumbled.