His roomate came thundering from the hall as if the sound of food was a beast call. He was just finishing up creating a plate for little miss captive/ penny. After he was done his hands carried the plate into the living room. A chuckle escaped his lips at the view of penny sprawled out on the floor. What in the heck was she doing on the floor?<br/><br/>" You know sleeping on the floor can give you cramps, or neck injuries." He shrugged placing the plate of food on the glass coffee table. Then grabbed her and carefully sat her back onto the couch. He was not iwilling to cut her rope around the hands yet. No. Her spirit was not broken yet. He began to cut up the food so that she could eat.<br/><br/>Then he began the proccess of feeding her while turning on the TV. The news was on displaying an image of a man dead. After that the news then displayed penny saying woman thought to be dead. He scuffed at the picture. " You would think that they could come up with a prom queen picture of you. Oh well."<br/><br/>" So tell me what music, stuff, and places do you like?"