Marie's eyes focused on his hand, she saw the smooth texture of his skin as well as it's pale complexion. She didn't know him. What reason was there to take his hand? She had nothing to lose and nothing to gain. She swallowed and with great care she placed her hand in his.

Her fingers were small and thin. He'd feel a scar across her palm, one that perfectly bisected her hand. She had very little strength as she rose and she tensed when she felt the sharp pain in her back. Marie felt the pressure of the collar around her neck and she was very aware that her full name was written on it as well as a phone number. She wasn't wearing shoes and the rest of her limbs looked just as thin as her fingers. It was clear she might not be eating enough and Kel might notice the crimson stain that had absorbed into the back of her perfectly white dress.

"Anne-Marie." When she introduced herself her eyes were locked on the ground and a calm mask pulled over her features.