The passageway was lit ever so dimly
with candlelight. The man realized what he had done. He had kidnapped this girl this poor, innocent girl. Who hadn't even bared her eyes to his masked face.

Not only that, he possessed her at this vital moment. He hadn't had human contact in such a long time it was quite foreign to him. He could feel her heavy, warm breath on his cold hand. With his other he could feel the soft fabric she wore as a cover up.

He could feel her wet hair on his chin. She laid her hands over his as a failed attempt to coast them off. He didn't want to let go. If he were to do so then will he ever again have a hope of touching another human being.

He knew that holding her was wrong so very wrong. She was quite a pretty young woman but to be man handled by such monstrosity. He buried his face in her hair she jerked at the touch of his mask to her skin.

He slowly removed his hand from her mouth hoping she wouldn't scream. "You don't want to do this." She said her heart beat speeding placing both of her hands on the one he had on her waist.

She was of course drawing conclusions of him being a thief or a rapist. She wanted to scream but was afraid he would hurt her and the person that came to her rescue.

His hands were cold giants compared to her warm dainty ones. She tried to pry his hand off but it was no use. He was to strong and whatever she felt on his face was pinching her skin.

"Can I go back?" She asked hoping he would say yes. He released her from his grasp and lead her back to the kitchen threw the tunnels. Christine looked at the ground the entire time. Not getting a glimpse of her capture's face.