[ She lets him take her hand because she needs someone to hold on to right now and she can't ask for more than this. His hand wrapped around hers is an anchor to the waking world, and she would cling to it with all her strength if she didn't so enjoy the way his fingers move across her skin. It is very tempting, though, when he makes that particular offer. ]

When they capture their prey [ she pitches her voice low like she's being careful not to be overheard ] they keep them in near darkness and drugged so as not to become unruly. You feel helpless and sick and frightened...

[ Her free hand threads her fingers into her loose hair, pressing the heel of her hand to her temple. ] It's why I never allow sedation no matter how painful a procedure. I hate remembering how it felt, but I feel it now.