It’s easy to see she is in the box, long, tangled black hair overflowing out of it. But still, she cowers in the box with such small hands covering the back of her head as she presses her face down on the floor of the box. Her eyes are shut tight, and hearing him speak sends a shiver up her spine. It scared her even more that she had never met this man before, yet he still wants to hurt her. A squeal escapes her lips at her box being slightly tipped over, hands immediately moving to hold onto the sides so she won’t fall out. Though, she still keeps her head down, eyes shut in fear, and not saying a word.