Pierce noticed but she couldn't think.  Couldn't think about anything except she wasn't in that box, that this woman had saved her.  She looked up from the woma's lap, her eyes sparkling with pure devoation.  She gasped, moaning in need at the touch.  All ready she was leaking, it seemed she would never be dry, always leaing with need.<br/><br/>She looked up whimpering softly.  All of a sudden the box was opened and she winced around her gag at the bright light streaming in.  She looked up at the woman from her bounds, leaning into that touch.  Was it her imagination or was this touch also sparking?  It didn't matter, it felt good to be touched.  To be given attention.  Her time in sensory deprivation seemed to increase the feeling of being touched.  Perhaps she was a doll, a doll like her would respond to these touches.  Here she was, whimpering and moaning at the touch.  Maybe she was.  She nodded trying to suck at those fingers.  She was hungry not just for food but so much more.<br/><br/>