<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie felt her heart race when Marcel glanced at her. Something in him both repulsed and attracted the girl. She didn't really know what to say or do. A part of her just wanted to get out of that cursed place. Another part knew that she couldn't go anywhere. She was there to stay. She would probably die in there. Sooner or later, that was yet to be seen. Missie was unsure about what her death would be like. Would Marcel lose control one day and suck too much blood? Would he kill her on purpose? Would she lived until she got too weakened by the blood loss and died a natural, even if anticipated, death? There were many possibilities. The only one she didn't feel was a real one was to walk away free.<br/><br/>"If you don't have the answers, nobody does", she replied. Missie wasn't trying to be stubborn or difficult. She just felt like Marcel was the one person who not only had the answers she sought, but could be persuaded to give them. Damian was very unlikely to help her out. The other girls probably wouldn't turn up again. Her room mate wouldn't help. With a soft sigh, the girl looked down, and then back up at the vampire. Taking a few steps towards him, she gazed into his eyes. "I have given you my blood. What are a few answered questions compared to that?".</div>