Brendon was woken by rustling, he opened his eyes and saw Talia making her bed. His vision darted toward the alarm clock, which read three am. Two and a half hours before the alarm typically went off.

"Talia, what are you doing?" he asked. She jumped a little and turned around, her eyes had a devious glare in them.

"Getting us out of here." she said, grinning.

"And how exactly do you think you're going to do that?" Brendon's eyebrow arched.

"Break the window, and climb out." she said. Brendon stared at her emotionless. He'd tried that before. He let her carry on, might as well see that its useless trying.

Brendon watched as she scurried around the room, putting objects into a bag. She turned to the window and walked toward it. The bars on it weren't that big, but small enough that Brendon couldn't fit.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked. Brendon shook his head. She studied his face before nodding and pushing the bars a little apart to squeeze through. She attempted to punch the window, resulting in giving her a bloody knuckle. Glass is shatter proof. She kept trying until she was on the brink of tears. The thudding must have been loud, because he heard footsteps running toward the door. Brendon closed his eyes and listened to his surroundings.

"Talia, you get down, NOW!" the captors yelled. Talia, teary-eyed, got down and sat on her bed. The captor walked over and lashed her across the face with a leather whip. Brendon had received that torture millions of times. He's learned to just obey them. He squeezed his eyes tighter and tighter each time he heard her yelp in pain. He couldn't stand it.

!

Brendon was sitting and reading a new book he had received. It'd been four days since Talia got whipped. She had red marks on her face still, but they were fading. He had developed feelings for her, something he had never felt before. Fuck, he'd never even felt true human interaction before. Nothing he can remember, at least.

Her head was rested on his lap on the sofa, as she slept soundly. Brendon stroked her hair and stared at her beautiful face. He heard the door open and he carefully stood up without waking her, and saw Nancy. She carried a tray which was their lunch for the day. It was two bowls of soup along with crackers. Brendon took the tray and thanked her before she walked back up. He lightly woke up Talia.

"Lunch is ready." he said. Talia smiled.

"Thank you." she said before hazily standing up and sitting with him at the table. They ate silently. Brendon stood up and took the tray to the door and slid it under like he always does. He turned to walk back down the stairs but was met with Talia's face.

"Again, thank you." she said before placing her lips on his. He was surprised, didn't exactly know what to do. He mimicked her actions, and it seemed like he was doing it correctly. She pulled apart and winked, leaving a dumbfounded Brendon on the stairs. She crawled into bed and said,

"Wake me up for dinner." and she fell asleep.