Snippet #1713841

Victoria quickly realized there were still oily tears on her face so she took the handkerchief in to her hands and wiped her face."Thank you,I do like the term assistant better." As she took the handkerchief away from her eyes she took a closer look at the man,based on all his scars as well as his words she figured he did have a hard life.Vicky was very tempted to ask if they hurt but thought better of it.She suddenly realized she had be twiddling her fingers again.She had gotten up a few times,to dance to the radio or to walk the circumference of the tiny room just to keep her legs from hurting or write lists of things in order of dates,importance,anything(one was "Things I am presently sick of", being in the same small room made the top)she could think of really,confinement could get really boring,but the thing she did most was twiddle her fingers and worry.

She wondered who the other prisoners were,but she knew such a question should be phrased carefully.She also wanted out of the room even more than out of the now smelly dress.Then again being in the same clothes as you were knocked out in meant you could rest easy knowing nothing happened in the meantime... "So does this mean I can leave the room now?"