Day 7 had dawned no different than any of the others. Sky had given up showering now, there was little point in cleaning her body only to cover it with dirty clothes, and she categorically refused to put on any of the clothes that her still unknown captors had picked out for her. As usual, there was a loud knock on the door before it was pushed open.
Sky standing in a ready position in the middle of the room, facing her ward, when the door to the room was pulled open to reveal a man. He looked to be in his 40s; he had salt and pepper hair receding over his skull. His eyes were dull, plain, blue, under overly bushy brown eyebrows. His nose was straight, and his lips thin. His jaw clenched, making his chin jut out slightly. His face had a smattering of wrinkles but was suspiciously devoid o
