When the hand came down on her shoulder the small pilot flinched and tried to pull away from the kind words. Usually such niceties were followed by a swift slap or a cock jammed in her mouth and sometimes both. So she'd learned to keep away from anything that seemed too good to be true. But as another wave of calm washed over her body thanks to the slow release pain killers she'd been provided by her ‘saviours’ she settled back into the mattress muttering nothings to herself.<br/><br/><strong>”Zoe, where… where are… baby come back… blame it all on me”</strong>she repeated over and over again. The first half of her words seemed to make sense almost like she was calling out to her co-pilot or lover but as she drawled on it seemed to morph into a sing song melody. Her hand slowly raised and settled on the elbow of the ‘guard’ and her small fingers dug into his jacket.<br/><br/><strong>”Zoe? Is that you baby? Did you come back for me?”</strong>she whispered slurring her words as she started to hallucinate thanks to a reaction she was having to the pain killers.<strong>”April… April… means nothing… I swear”</strong>