You would not be the first to find enjoyment in tormenting her, Brock, and you'd possibly not be the last. Zhaneel didn't manage confrontation well because she'd been made to believe from an early age that she wasn't worth anything and that she deserved to be treated as such. Was it an enjoyable way to live life? God, no, she hated it as much as she hated herself; but she didn't know how to stop it.

But he was right in several regards... she would tell him anything she could about this place, but not because he intimidated the fuck out of her... because she couldn't imagine why not to tell him what she knew. She nods her head, glancing briefly at him through the fall of her hair. When he catches those golden eyes, there is any degree of fear there... like a caged bird frantic for escape.

"Yes, it stopped... the food had been showing up without problem and a few weeks ago it just stopped. The water is continuously available, but no food."

Her brows knit together slightly at his next words. "I don't... I don't know those places... But some of the others have claimed to see ghosts here." She swallows, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "I... I did not experience it, but there were several that did."