She was starting to break down, which was always a good sign. A slave couldn't be built back up until they were broken down first. Standing up from his chair, he left the dossier and the snack pack pudding behind, but carried the lunchables with him. Moving right up next to the cage, James reached in and slowly stroked Kattie's hair. The cages had been made that there was no part inside that was out of reach of the owner outside it.<br/><br/>"I don't want to give you away Katie, and I don't plan on treating you bad. I am actually a nice guy once you get to know me." He said nothing about the rape, as he felt she had no reason to worry about his intended plans for her. He didn't plan on raping her...not exactly anyways. He'd wait until he built her trust up of him a bit before working on the sexual aspect of their nature. Oh sure, she'd probably complain and cry and beg him too stop, but that deeper, underlying foundation of her trust for him would make her enjoy it on some level.<br/><br/>"I know your hungry Katie, and I know your tired and scared. I'm going to give you this food, because I'm a nice guy and I don't want you to be scared. Doesn't that sound like a good idea? I told you Katie, you can trust me not to be cruel too you." Saying that as he continued to stroke her hair gently, he pushed the lunchables through the bar and held it just in front of her.