When Stig saw the slight terrified look on Yana’s face, he realized he had been harshed and regretted his action. He calmed down although his thoughts still tried to fight some type of battle within himself. A cold rush of imaginary air ran down his spine when she called him by his first name. But before he could process what the sensation meant to him, he grew more concern at the clothing she showed him. He got up from his seat finally realizing she had been standing the whole time and also seeing for the first time the small bag of clothes she had brought in with her. He frowned, “That’s all you have?” He asked as he sat on the edge of his desk once more. “Take a seat,” he motioned to the chair in front of him. He watched her the whole time- his eyes mesmerized at her angelic face… So young, so innocent looking. He then questioned his thoughts about her; he obviously found her attractive. Very attractive as a matter of fact but he reminded himself why he was truly there before he was once again pulled in by her beauty. “Don’t change,” he said to her, “We will eat lunch soon. Are you hungry?”

She nodded quickly, “Some of us aren’t as well off-” she spoke, her face immediately resonating in a light blush. She hadn’t been able to hold her tongue and she feared she’d been rude. It was true though, what did he really expect of her- she was selling her will and body as a slave to carry on her older brother’s daunting task. She didn’t have fine dresses. She sat down slowly, as though she was cautious of his movements, her eyes never wavering from him. She felt him drink her in as many men had, in college she’d declined many advances. Saving herself for the right person, she’d wished she’d given them a shot now. 

“Yes” she spoke, her tummy grumbling in response. What she’d eaten in the past few days consisted of water and crackers, she knew she’d lost some more weight while being held up and sold. “Very” she spoke again.