Mark

Mark had been staring at the girl since she woke up, and neither of them had uttered a word since then. At least she hadn’t woken up inside the sealed box, because that would have scared her to death. She had felt like a puppet in his hands when he gently pulled her out earlier, with the blonde head rolling from side to side as he laid her down on the simple bed in her cell. The marks left behind by straps were still red on her skin, and he itched to make them go away somehow. A massage could help, but he knew he’d enjoy that far too much. So he didn’t even try.