King sits back with his cup of coffee and watches me devour breakfast. I dont even care. I do, however, notice that the hard lines on his forehead smooth out as he relaxes. I would say it makes him look softer but nothing about him is soft. This morning hes in black military pants and a black T-shirt that molds to his chest. His bicep bulges as he lifts his coffee cup to his mouth. A question goes off in my mind that wont leave me. No straps this morning but that doesnt mean his chest is any less defined. He said he will kill me and I believe every word yet Im unafraid, which is so unlike me. I guess it could be the food. For some reason the thought of my pending death isnt worrying me. Maybe Ive faced my fears and come out the other side a tad bit stronger. Who knows? Its just nice to not have the worry hanging over me.