Splayed across the large, ornate stone table in the centre she yearned to leave through the crumbling archway. Adjacent to the archway was a golden effigy, its significance unknown.  Was it to bring luck, or to forever remind her of her dishonourable actions? How was she to escape the oppression? There was no way out, trapped in the clutches of snarling, leering men who were thirsty for her blood. And so easily, they left her to die.