Authors Notes: I finally got around to posting something. Right, since I'm at my dad's, I can update this particular fiction, so I have. All I needed to do was add one more sentence really... I had forgotten that ages ago. Oops! Never mind now, I have finally made an update. This chapter is really short for a reason, which I hope I wrote this well enough for you readers to pick up on. Anyways, stop reading this, I hope you enjoy it!

Watching her punch the wall repeatedly, something inside wanted me to stop her, comfort her, and reason with her. However, I didn't, soon enough she'll realise that no matter how many times she collides her fragile fists against the brick wall, she won't be hurt, even though her body reacts as if maybe the bone was breaking, or the skin was tearing, or the muscle was straining. Therefore, I continued to cook, because soon enough, with the little time left I have to show her the truth, all I can do at the moment is make her feel as comfortable as possible. I know, despite the circumstances and the awkwardness of the situation, she'll thank me in the future. It just takes time, but there may not be enough.

About half an hour later, I had finished, and smiling to be as polite a host as possible for my prisoner, I set the small table for two with the plate of curry and cutlery.

"Have some dinner, you need to get your strength back," I stated in a murmur. I looked at the girl huddled in the corner of the room, as her legs compressed against her stomach, and her arms wrapped around her legs while her head leant on her kneecaps, the saddened look on her face that for some reason, made me feel slightly guilty.

"I'm not hungry," she grumbled, not even looking at me. "I'd rather starve now I can't see my friends again."

I sighed and took a moment to close my and eyes and calm the frustration that was boiling in my blood.

'I don't have feelings for this girl. I do not love her, hate her, like her, or dislike her. I'm simply doing her a favour, and proving to myself I can do something with my life, other than stealing,' I thought quickly before breathing out once more and walking over to the ball that happened to be the girl I'm trying to help.

"Back off," she threatened. "There's nothing special about me. You have the wrong girl, now let me go home."

"I have no intentions of keeping you here forever. Just until you realise all that you are," I stated. She probably doesn't understand what I mean, but if I go straight out and say it, there would be no way she would believe me. 'Just one step at a time…'

"But the bet… you said that if I lost I'm yours for eternity…" she quoted, a small smirk creeping on my face.

"Once you realise what you are, you can go home. I promise," I chuckled, putting a hand out as her glare fixed on me.

"How can I trust you?"

"Because, if I didn't keep my promises, you wouldn't be here right now," I wittily answered, sitting myself next to her. 'There has to be a way to reach out to her…'

"Fine," she grumbled, sitting upright out of her ball position, a slightly happier but dampened expression on her face. "You better not have poisoned the food or something."

"What good would that do for either of us? I plan to show you something that could change your life, not kill you," I chuckled.

Exchanging looks, she got up, walked over to the table and sat down. Sitting opposite her, we ate in silence. I remember promising her she could try my curry.

"You need to cook with love," she answered, a brief smile on her face before looking out into the night at the sparkling sea that shone in the moon's reflection.

"Love huh? You may be right. I have the right ingredients, but I never thought about it like that," I answered taken back by her answer. My cheeks started to burn slightly, but it can't have been. 'No, don't be silly. I just need her to trust me so I can show her…'

"What do you think?" I asked to break the silence as my thoughts diverted to reality. She was completely silent, but there was a slight tint of pink in her cheeks, as if her mind was thinking of something… precious to her. That could be anything though.

"You took my advice didn't you?" she questioned after she finished her mouthful.

"I asked for your opinion, so it would be rude not to," I chuckled.

I was surprised to exchange smiles with her. I may share no connection with this girl, but for any of this to make progress; I need to make sure she's as comfortable as possible. Even if it means losing all hope of sanity at the same time.