The captive woman simply nodded as he said to do so as she rubbed at her sore wrists from the cuffs. It felt so nice to have her arms be able to be in front of her again, instead of bent behind her body. All of her felt so sore and even though she was afraid to eat the food, she did anyways. Ice took little bites, savoring the decently cooked meal as best as she could with her sore jaw. They both were quiet during breakfast, no one speaking at all and Ice keeping her grey eyes facing forward as she knew if she looked up she’d see his ugly mug before her. She could feel it, his stare, burning into her as she tried not to tremble at the thought.<br/><br/>Soon once done she stomped her soft but dirty feet onto the floor, the chain rattling as she did so. Patrick took away the tray and plate, leaving her alone for a second as she looked around the room before facing back away from him. She would do everything she could to not have to look at him. In her mind she just kept repeating that it was a dream, that she’d wake up soon. Suddenly his voice filled the room, making Ice jump for a second as she listened. The sound of scissors made her turn a bit to see him fiddling with more cheese cloth, the act making her whine a bit as she shook her head as he got closer. “Please.. not again.. it makes my face hurt..” Ice spoke quietly, trying not to open her mouth much so he couldn’t have the chance to force it into hers lips. “N-no.”