Erina

　　My heart raced as I stared up at him. This was my savior, my ticket out of this hell! But, I had to wonder. Did I even want rescued anymore? This had to be a result of that one condition, when someone is kidnapped and their captors start being nice. Stockholm I believe it was called. That had to be it.

　　Paxton stroked the side of my face. It almost stung where he touched. I winced away, but he reached out, holding my head still. "Endure it. I know my touch ...