Reeter sighed and sat back, staring into the middle distance for a few moments before speaking.
"After we had that fight, I kinda freaked out and ran away. I was really upset by what had happened and felt so damned rotten I just wanted to curl up and die. Jack followed me and found me crying. He told me it would be okay, that it would all sort itself out in the end. He asked me to come back to his place to talk it over and calm down. I went with him, my misery getting the better of my judgement. He lead me to a house by the river and took me inside. Then he slammed the door shut and pulled out a pistol, saying that unless I gave him everything I had on me he'd shoot me. I brought out the coins I'd hidden in my pocket, and a couple of old rings I'd had for a while. He laughed, saying that I must think him a fool to make him believe that was all I had. He said that if I wouldn't give him what I had willingly then he'd just take it. Then he attacked me, using his pistol butt to hit me and kicking and punching my face. When he'd just about killed me, and found I had nothing else to give, he just snorted and said I was no good to him any more. He dragged me out of the house by the hair and threw me in the river."
Reeter stopped, biting her lip as the memories of cold, dark water invaded her mind. She pushed them aside and continued, her voice shaking slightly.
"I got out of the water eventually, but I didn't know where I was. I tried to get back to the hospital, but I had no idea where I was going. In the end I just collapsed in that alleyway and let myself black out. And then you found me and... well you know the rest."
She looked back at Omelia, a pained grin on her dark-featured face.
"So I guess we've both had a rough time of it huh?" There was a short pause, then Reeter assumed her commanding air and looked back at Omelia with a determined look in her steel-grey eyes.
"Right. Now what's the battle-plan. We've got to get out of this hell-hole somehow. Any ideas?"