"Yours?"
Piper felt that anger from before, the feeling of helplessness working towards the surface to rest hot on her features. Portrait blanched before shifting to roseate tint as he spoke, accompanying her inset frown which seemed to speak far louder than her voice was allowed to carry. Many things were misplace in his assurances, and the lack of direct answers were starting to wear down the calm she had tricked herself into feeling. Grief was a delicious, vile thing that sometimes masked itself beneath contentment. No one wanted to admit that a situation that, at face value, seemed better than their previous experiences could be bad. On the contrary, making something less awful didn't make it favorable, just slightly easier to tolerate. A huff escaped the red head as though furthering her disagreement, but arguing wasn't a skill she had ever practiced, so it petered off to another bout of pseudo-pouty silence.
At least he was kind enough to agree on clothing, which came as a green shirt that matched her eyes. Too large to ever be something she wore publicly, it slipped over her slender arms without much ado, her fingers buttoning the front so perky breasts were no longer a bruised reminder of her previous captivity. "Thank you." Piper was appreciative of the help she received, even if she was ornery in the ways someone placed in her position was expected to be. Her mind half concocted plans to make a break for it, but with all the security sweeping the building, there would be no chance. Especially with her legs so sore from their previously restrained circumstances, weak and emaciated and battered in spreading damage that seemed especially awful the higher it reached on her thighs. One thing she refused to do was focus on all the injuries - it wouldn't be a happy recount by any means.
"The towel was... I don't know. A towel. I just don't want to sit in a towel in front of you." The fact he seemed not to understand this point was starting to grate on her nerves, and as they eroded, so too did the silence she had tried to maintain. "Why on Earth would I want to just sit around practically naked?" Shakily, her hand raised to point accusingly at Connor. "I-I barely know you! Why are you taking this so lightly!? You keep talking about me like I'm an object! At first, I was so happy someone had found me, but now? Who the hell are you?" Piper hissed the last part, eyes alight with intensity she had yet shared. "You don't get it-"
Tirade paused as the chime of visitors shattered her concentration, and the sternness seeped away without so much as a whisper. Wide hunter hues followed Connor off to where he met with his employees, though she only made out the vaguest details through the narrow doorway. The angles just didn't allow for her to fully investigate the motley crew. Piper found herself poking bruises with mild interest in what she could overhear, lids heavier by the minute. Even if the drugs weren't keeping her drowsy, the whole evening had been tiring, and fatigue was something she had grown used to over the course of several weeks. Connor returned holding more than just food, and Piper didn't answer initially when he mentioned his staff's interest in meeting her. No one asked how she felt in all of this - maybe that was because he didn't care what the answer might have been.
It took a great deal of willpower not to continue where she had left off, but the futility such accusation were born from was unbecoming. Piper already looked and felt like shit. The last thing she needed to do was throw a tantrum towards whomever Connor happened to be. Pants were handed over while he handled soup, and the woman was quick to slip them on in her attempts to retain some semblance of modesty. Everything had been stripped away from her at this point; what little she could manage to retain was held without question. When finished, she joined him on the large covered surface to eat soup, though she remained opposite his figure, happy to ensure the space they were parted by remained intact. A spoonful of broth was blown on several times longer than it needed to be before it was swallowed, Piper sighing softly at nourishment.
Spoon after spoon was consumed, maybe a little messily at the speed she worked, but the entirety of the meal was taken without a word. No thanks or complaint or ever stray apology for her previous statements. Piper actually ignored him for much of the meal, save for the last stretch when she gulped her water down with a series of audible swigs. Only then was she back to staring at him. Waiting. Trying to figure out what to make of this man.
"Why am I here?" Piper asked, not wanting to hear the answer, but needing to know. "Why didn't you take me to the hospital or the police?"
Piper felt that anger from before, the feeling of helplessness working towards the surface to rest hot on her features. Portrait blanched before shifting to roseate tint as he spoke, accompanying her inset frown which seemed to speak far louder than her voice was allowed to carry. Many things were misplace in his assurances, and the lack of direct answers were starting to wear down the calm she had tricked herself into feeling. Grief was a delicious, vile thing that sometimes masked itself beneath contentment. No one wanted to admit that a situation that, at face value, seemed better than their previous experiences could be bad. On the contrary, making something less awful didn't make it favorable, just slightly easier to tolerate. A huff escaped the red head as though furthering her disagreement, but arguing wasn't a skill she had ever practiced, so it petered off to another bout of pseudo-pouty silence.
At least he was kind enough to agree on clothing, which came as a green shirt that matched her eyes. Too large to ever be something she wore publicly, it slipped over her slender arms without much ado, her fingers buttoning the front so perky breasts were no longer a bruised reminder of her previous captivity. "Thank you." Piper was appreciative of the help she received, even if she was ornery in the ways someone placed in her position was expected to be. Her mind half concocted plans to make a break for it, but with all the security sweeping the building, there would be no chance. Especially with her legs so sore from their previously restrained circumstances, weak and emaciated and battered in spreading damage that seemed especially awful the higher it reached on her thighs. One thing she refused to do was focus on all the injuries - it wouldn't be a happy recount by any means.
"The towel was... I don't know. A towel. I just don't want to sit in a towel in front of you." The fact he seemed not to understand this point was starting to grate on her nerves, and as they eroded, so too did the silence she had tried to maintain. "Why on Earth would I want to just sit around practically naked?" Shakily, her hand raised to point accusingly at Connor. "I-I barely know you! Why are you taking this so lightly!? You keep talking about me like I'm an object! At first, I was so happy someone had found me, but now? Who the hell are you?" Piper hissed the last part, eyes alight with intensity she had yet shared. "You don't get it-"
Tirade paused as the chime of visitors shattered her concentration, and the sternness seeped away without so much as a whisper. Wide hunter hues followed Connor off to where he met with his employees, though she only made out the vaguest details through the narrow doorway. The angles just didn't allow for her to fully investigate the motley crew. Piper found herself poking bruises with mild interest in what she could overhear, lids heavier by the minute. Even if the drugs weren't keeping her drowsy, the whole evening had been tiring, and fatigue was something she had grown used to over the course of several weeks. Connor returned holding more than just food, and Piper didn't answer initially when he mentioned his staff's interest in meeting her. No one asked how she felt in all of this - maybe that was because he didn't care what the answer might have been.
It took a great deal of willpower not to continue where she had left off, but the futility such accusation were born from was unbecoming. Piper already looked and felt like shit. The last thing she needed to do was throw a tantrum towards whomever Connor happened to be. Pants were handed over while he handled soup, and the woman was quick to slip them on in her attempts to retain some semblance of modesty. Everything had been stripped away from her at this point; what little she could manage to retain was held without question. When finished, she joined him on the large covered surface to eat soup, though she remained opposite his figure, happy to ensure the space they were parted by remained intact. A spoonful of broth was blown on several times longer than it needed to be before it was swallowed, Piper sighing softly at nourishment.
Spoon after spoon was consumed, maybe a little messily at the speed she worked, but the entirety of the meal was taken without a word. No thanks or complaint or ever stray apology for her previous statements. Piper actually ignored him for much of the meal, save for the last stretch when she gulped her water down with a series of audible swigs. Only then was she back to staring at him. Waiting. Trying to figure out what to make of this man.
"Why am I here?" Piper asked, not wanting to hear the answer, but needing to know. "Why didn't you take me to the hospital or the police?"
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