Patrick seemed to like the sound of his voice as he talked a lot while they spent time together. On her side unwillingly of course, but she pushed on and continued to deal with it hoping he’d realize what he was doing was wrong. Her captor asked her if she had been filtered with a lot and she simply nodded for a moment as he looked at her. Patrick then asked if she wanted to speak and another quick nod left her face. Soon his hands were tucked in the very tight band, pulling it down as he said that what he was doing was good. The words made Ice feel doubtful that he’d realize it was wrong but she held out on hope still.<br/><br/>As the band was pulled away and her full lips opened for the clot to be taken out, drool dripped from her lips and against her body, sticky and dirty from spending the night crying in his basement. Finally able to breathe right and close her mouth fully, Ice nodded and looked at him for a second. “..Yes.” She spoke softly, looking away now as she tried to hold back the desire to comment about how she wanted to go home or that she just wanted to get away from him. “..I-I’m thirsty..” Patrick never gave her a drink when she had breakfast, leaving her parched since the day before.