He sits across from her again. His eyes do not focus for long on one item in the room... he merely uses them to avert his attention until the urge becomes too strong and he finds himself looking back at her. His cold blue eyes meet her frightened ones, surely the fear is visible but he just doesn't care. Even when she tries to ignore it, tries to look back down on her drawings, the screech of the chair across from her sliding back is enough to send her mind racing. Of course he doesn't care, it's why he chooses to stand now, it's not enough to stare from a distance, he wants to be closer to her even knowing that she is afraid.
Staring down the length of her back, a hand softly plays with her hair, uncomforting shivers run through her spine as the other moves more intimately into a massage down her lower back. She can almost imagine the faint whispers of 'mine' along with the hot breath caressing her shoulder as her captor had now leaned in closer. His excuse... "I like to see what you're drawing." He claims so innocently, though he could see just as clearly from only a small distance away, he chooses to be here... he chooses to be near the artist, using her art as an easy way out if he were to be caught in such a position by any sudden intrusions. But they all know why he stays in her room so often, why she cries and begs for the others to stay when she knows he's coming. But her protests - no matter how true - cannot be heard, cannot be proven, and most definitely could not be cared for by those without hearts. It was pointless to fight, to scream, to ask for help... when surrounded by empty shells who could no longer feel emotion, all attempts would be suicide if he were to learn of it.
She sits alone in silence. He had finally been called away to deal with other matters for the day, but that does not comfort her still... she knows he'll come back, he always comes back, nothing can keep him away for long.
(This was created mainly as a test for a new style of writting and to test out this pairing, hence it's very short. I'd like to write more to it but I'm not really sure if I should, if any of you happen to come across this and would like me to write more to it, please feel free to tell me.)