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Kisa was still sitting at the table, her face still in her hands. "I was thirteen when i was kidnapped," she said, "I was beaten, starved, and tortured. I was worked to the bone, and as a reward, i was beaten to unconsciousness. I lived in that hell-hole for 5 years, and each night i prayed that i wouldnt wake the next morning. I wondered why no one had come to rescue me... i felt abandoned; thats why it is my greatest fear.". Tears began to roll down her cheek, "And now im being torn from Dimitri, and because of that, im being torn from you, and im abandoned once more.". She got up from her seat and pushed past him, making her way to her room; she didnt know why she had just spilt her deepest and darkest secret to a man she had known for less than twenty-four hours, but she did, and there was no taking it back.

Kisa was sprawled across her bed, lying on her back as she stared at the ceiling. She had stopped crying, and was now just letting herself rest. She heard the knock and her name, "Come in," she said, as she sat up, resting her back against the bed post that went up 10 feet and was attached to thin curtains.

Kisa looked up at him, "Can you keep me company for now?" she asked, "You dont need to talk, or even acknowledge me; can you just stay in here for a bit?". She wiped a small tear from the corner of her eye.

Kisa nodded and laid back down on the bed, her head resting against her pillow. "I hope me telling you of my past didnt bother you," she said softly.

Kisa nodded again to his request. "What are you going to draw?" she asked.

"I'm not sure... I was just going to let my hand work while I sat here, I'd draw in my journal but it's in my room so this will suffice, if it's ok with you" He set down the towel and opened it opening the tin of pastels as well and then looking at them. "Do you do any art?"

He looked at her a moment then to the paper feeling the texture of the paper, it wasn't the best paper for drawing to begin with since it was smooth, but it would work, he'd make it work. He smiled "I'd love to. I was hoping I'd get to draw you at some point" he didnt mention that he'd already had earlier before her ride. "But I wanted to make sure it'd be ok with you and was actually a bit embarrassed to ask. Normally I just draw random people who will never see or know that I put them into my book." he scooted against the wall putting the paper on top of the journal for backing and then grabbed a piece of pastel and started to sketch. "So would you ever be interested in doing any sort or art?" his hand moved fluidly across the paper sketching the outlines of her from the shoulders up.

He laughed a bit noticing how rigid she'd become. "Oh you can move all you'd like really, I find that actually gives the picture more personality because you get subtle changes and I can get all the best aspects, a smile here and a crease there type thing. I think everyone has the ability to do art, it's just a matter of taking the time to develop your skills. Art is such a great way to express yourself though. If you don't do art, do you write? How do you express yourself and relieve stress then?" He set down the one color and picked up another.