Ice leaned up to receive the water, most of it falling from her lips and down her chin into her breasts. Patrick just kept giving her more until she coughed for a second and he pulled away and sat back down. The captive woman sat there, wet now as she looked over at him. He was right, she DID think he was crazy and she DID want to go home. “..I don’t want to be here.” She spoke, looking away from his piercing gaze as he ignored her words and started to talk about how he’ll always keep her feet clean. Ice didn’t care about her feet, not if they were clean or dirty. The conversation made her feel a bit uncomfortable and she pulled her feet away, trying to tuck them under the chair as he spoke about them.<br/><br/>Patrick reminded her that he was off of work and that they could do anything today that she wanted to do. “ I want to go home. I want to leave this house.” Ice spoke, boldly as she tried to sound firm in her voice, looking up at him with her cloud grey eyes. A part of her knew that he would get upset with her but it needed to be said, she wanted to leave and she was going to remind him of that every chance she got.