I really started to feel some type of appreciation for Jack seeing how he was able to keep his word of bringing me home and to not abducting me. He even made me breakfast what I am the most grateful about, because I really didn't have anything to eat.
But then he says stuff like that. Stuff that keeps bringing me back to reality. The reality that he is someone dangerous and that someone dangerous is fixated on me.
“No.” I said out flatly still chewing down this amazing sandwich letting out a small moan of approval while I was at it.
Private Number: “Stop moaning like that, baby.”
I only cocked my eyebrow in response not understanding why I can't enjoy my food in the way that I liked. In my next bite the sauces that created the right cocktail made my taste buds go nuts.
“Oh my god!” I let out another moan while cupping my cheek in delight.
Private Number: “Baby, u really have to stop that unless u want to wake up little me.”