"I don't know how you made that enjoyable, but it was. I still don't want to be here though, and I'm afraid of others doing it." Zach admits. He pushes on the stomach walls, trying to move his arms. He thinks for a second remembering he scratched her face. "Sorry about your face. Didn't think I'd go that crazy. So how long do I have to stay in here?" He continues on talking.