Rogue woke up to find herself in a bedroom probably bigger than her whole living room in Mississippi.

She was laying on a large, bigger than king size, bed. It had black stain sheets and was round shaped.

There was also a mirror above the bed. The rest of the room was decorated in different arrays of black and red.

Surprisingly, she wasn't as alarmed as she thought she would be. She felt oddly ay peace and comfortable.

There was afresh set of clothes lying at the end of the bed. They were regular black jeans and a black t-shirt that had written on it I Love Cajun Accents.

She could feel a growing pain in her stomach that she had become accustomed to. It had probably been about four days since she had last eaten.

She hoped the mysterious man would provide her with something to eat since he had been

generous enough to get her clothes and take her off the streets.

'But is he really all generous and nice? She hadn't even spoken to him yet and she was assuming that he was just being kind, after all he did knock her unconscious. For all she knew he could be a rapist or a serial killer. That was another thing, how was he able to touch her?'

She was then interrupted from her thoughts by the door creaking open.