The woman spoke about feeling fireworks when they kiss someone, knowing well there was a sort of connection or wanting between each other. The kiss had a shock to it, making her lips linger more against his. The roughness of his face around his lips oddly enough made her want to deepen the kiss. And Helene wasn't the type to like the feeling of a four o'clock shadow. Her lips finally pulled him his, but they remained only inches parted from his.

Consciousness came slowly, horrifying realization setting in with an awkward fidgeting of limbs and bodily maneuvering inside the cramped, darkened space. An attempt to get as far away from the other man as possible, and finding it impossible due to the clink of cold metal at their wrists.