<strong>Marco Xantelli- A leisurely drive.</strong><br/><br/>As she lay on the verge of unconsciousness a green Land Rover 4x4 stopped on a forest trail not far from her position.  Marco didn't wish to have his suit soiled so her remained in the back seat until a mat was placed across the trail for him to stand on. Melody was found by servants who had been following behind in another land rover that was towing a wagon. They took hold of her body and placed it on a tarp so they could drag her like a caught beast to their master. She was in bad shape, her clothes were all torn, her body was bruised and battered, and she was pretty much starving and dehydrated. There was sand caked over her feet and lower legs from the shore.<br/><br/>As he examined her he wondered what would be the most fun way to play with this particular specimen. The first order of business was restoration. It was much more fun to have his victims at full capacity. Quickly, her clothes mended and the dirt through the fabric simply vanished as all her garments returned to good but not perfect condition. At the very least she had nothing to be ashamed of modesty wise. All the sand was made to fall away from her body so she would not get his vehicle dirty during the ride.<br/><br/>There was an immediate understanding of each and every cell in her body. There first order of business was to restore her to perfect hydration and nutrition. Melody would feel her stomach fill slightly, but more importantly, nutrients were distributed throughout her body.  There were bruises on her arms and legs, broken capillaries that left yellow, blue, purple and black marks from internal bleeding just below the skin. He had her body reabsorb the blood and repaired the broken blood vessels as if they had never been broken. Trauma to her muscles was erased as toxins were transformed into nutrients and the fabric of the muscles were restored.<br/><br/>"Stand up, you're perfectly fine," Marco said, "You don't even look wet?"<br/><br/>Melody would find herself in perfect health. If she obeyed Marco's first command she would see the man standing there in crisp white suit. He was holding a cane that had golden skull with bejeweled eyes but not leaning on it. He pulled out a davidoff cigar and lit it with his silver lighter, taking a puff before speaking again.<br/><br/>"How did you get here?" Marco asked as if he didn't know, but he didn't wait for an answer, "You can tell me later, come with me."<br/><br/>A few men on each side of her directed to the opposite side of the vehicle so she would be seated next to Marco in the back of the vehicle.