He stared at her for a while, quiet and unmoving as he seemed to be making sure to remember this moment. Ice was gagged, tied up and chained to the floor in a basement cage somewhere she didn’t know. The only thought racing through her mind was ‘how am I gonna get out?’ After a long silence he began to speak again, talking about her co-worker Jason.<br/><br/>Normally he walked Ice to her car but some nights she insisted he just go. Those nights usually they still left around the same time or he’d at least wait by his car till she was done inside. Jason was a nice guy,  Ice thought for a moment. Then Patrick explained that he would have severely hurt Jason had he been there and even though she was in this situation now, she was still glad that Jason didn’t get hurt.<br/><br/>Continuing to squirm in the chair, he checked the security of her chains before moving to a bag in the corner. Grey eyes watched him from their place in her ivory face, ringed red with the stress of her upset and tears. Slowly Patrick started to pull out clothes for her, some things she would never wear as she was a little modest and some of these items were vulgar in nature.