[ Before telling him anything she closes the door behind them, hoping that they wouldn't be disturbed. She turns around to look at James, preparing to tell the whole story for the second time. ]

One morning, some demons came for me in my suite and brought me to a torture room, telling me I needed to be punished. Someone must have told them to get me because I'm not entirely sure what I was being punished for. [ Inhaling slowly, Bela continues. ] I was tied down and couldn't move - they burned me. With hot pokers, I think. All day, over and over until I was thrown in a cell at night with barely any water and moldy bread. Somehow, the marks they inflicted vanished overnight just so they could do it again the next day. For a week.

[ Her arms wrap around herself as she leans against a wall. ]

They left me with a permanent mark that's still healing. I can show you.