After passing out from intense pain and blood loss, Rita gained consciousness almost a day later. Her head hurt with a throbbing pain, much worse were her bloodied nails that scratched the armrest in agony. Her robes were dirty with splatters of blood dried up and bloody saliva that rushed down her open mouth. It still hurt her jaws to be stretched for so long, her lips were dry, throat parched from thirst and being exposed for so long. Right next to her was metal bowl filled with broken pieces of teeth pulled unceremoniously off her mouth. Her magical core was exhausted trying to fix her injuries and struggling to do so against the magic suppressing shackles. In a moment of reprieve she found herself unchained from the arm chair and she bolted for the exit as fast as her exhausted body could take her.