Sleep wanted to evade Ada, no matter how hard she tried to clutch it in her grasp. Teasingly, it would slip away as soon as it grew close. The pain in her hollow stomach wouldn't let her find the solace in letting her mind relax into the nothingness that slumber brought. It felt as if even her own body was fighting against her as her stomach cramped in aggravation.

The coarse, thin-bare shift did little to offer warmth as she curled in on herself. Any heat she did manage to make seemed to slip away into the stone beneath. The darkness which surrounded her only fuelled to mock her from the sleep she craved. It was eerily quiet, letting Ada hear how much her own body shook from the cold.

She had no will or strength to do anymore than lay curled up like a wounded pup, her mind replaying the terror she had gone through since being with the Sisters. Ada knew if she didn't get out, she would end up dead, but she didn't know how. She couldn't break the bars and there were just too many of them.

If only sleep would come, she longed to see another dream of her mother, even if it was just a glimpse. It would be something that she could use to help her through this. Yet, even she was denied something so simple as a memory to keep her heart from bruising eternally. She squeezed her eyes tighter, her lips trembling as her arm held her stomach.

She guessed she must have gotten her wish because the clanging of the door and freezing water startled Ada wide awake. Looking around in dim lighting, she saw a group of Sisters followed by the Father. They had lit torches on the wall, bringing light in the darkness. Warily, Ada sat up.

"I told you I would tell him, demon," chirruped the Sister from yesterday. The woman's face didn't match her cheery voice as wrinkles pulled together in a hard glare. "Get her up, and hold her still!" she demanded.

Ada willingly complied when fingers dug into her arms, yanking her up. She stood still between the two Sisters, wondering what was going on. Never had they all come to her cell like this. None offer any words to clarify her confusion. Her eyes widened when the Sister stepped towards her, catching the dagger that was held tightly grasped in her hands. But she didn't move, not even as the Sister walked behind her.

Her hair was pulled sharply from her scalp, and Ada quickly bit back the scream. The pain only grew as her hair began to fall near her feat. Tears leaked out of her eyes, rolling down her dirty cheeks as the Sister tugged and saw her hair off. Screaming and crying would do little good, so she stayed still as the best as she could, fearing getting hurt even worse.

That was until she felt a sharp sting. Her ear was nicked and it felt like she had been stabbed. She let out an unearthly snarl, momentarily stunning the Sisters. She was able to wrench her arms free in her blinded pain and rushed out of the open door.

She didn't have any sort of plan of where she was going, she only sought to get away from the pain. However, it didn't take them long for the Sisters to regain their composure, and her need to escape was squashed as she felt weight on her back, knocking her down. Her weak body gave under the weight and hit the floor hard, the impact bringing her more anguish.

"Keep her down until I finish," the now familiar Sister's voice said from behind.

There was weight on her arms and legs as she was held down. Ada let out a soft whimper in the back of her throat as her head was jerked back. The cutting continued, no less gentler, in fact, it seemed to be made worse now that the Sister was angrier by her dash to get away.

Her tears left drops that splattered against the floor, only to quickly be devoured by blood from the stinging cuts on her head. She knew she would soon heal and the pain would go, to leave behind lingering traces of the memory that won't ever be forgotten. It would be etched into her body and mind.

"It's truly marvelous what the wicked can do," a deep voice said hunched down near her head.

Ada dared to angle her head up to look at the Father. She saw awe in his eyes as he stared at a cut on her head, watching as it vanished. He brought his finger to trace over where it once was.

"My dear, never once, in all my years, have I ever seen an abomination like you," he spoke softly, in a way that was meant to be calming. "I'm truly lucky," he smiled, meeting her eyes. "For our Savior must have great faith in me, that I could abolish such evil."

Ada felt him cup her face with his hand. She didn't like it when he touched her, but there was nothing she could do. He held her firm, to make sure she got his point when he next spoke.

"For I will not let him down."

Ada was dragged back into her cell after the Father let go of her and walked away. He wanted to remind her of the power he had over her, and she couldn't forget. Wouldn't be able to forget even if she had wanted to. Bread and water was brought to her, though she didn't move from her spot to reach for it. The sun had already lit the cell, however for the first time since arriving, Ada didn't write her name. Her will was faltering. She didn't want comfort; she didn't want anything except to forget everything- even who she was.