JadeBride woke in a fright. There was no slow adjusting to the state of wakeness. She felt like a soldier woken by gunfire. She immediately sat up, looking starteled into Lukes direction. His strong body blocked the door and she could not see what was behind him. JadeBride swallowed hard and struggeled to get to her feet. She felt all sore. Every muskle was aching from the disturbed slumber on the cold, hard, naked floor of her cell. her throat felt dry as she was very thirsty again. the skin of her lips was broken and dry. Her stommach gave a growl. Ever so slowly she came to her feet and immediately took up last nights position again.
suspicially JadeBride eyed Luke from the corners of her eyes while her gracious neck was bend and her gaze directed downwards at the floor she had slept on so badly.
She was frigthened. But she was also curious. And even if she could not admit it to herself, she was exited.

That she thought of herself as Jadebride she didnīt even notice nor suspect how this change had been archieved. She could only wonder what Luke wanted from her, if she was even worth this having been treated so badly by Paul.
Still Luke stood in the door like a conquering Gerneral wanting to anounce a deathsentence.

A tear run from JadeBrides eye. There he was, her captor. her tormentor. And yet she could only wonder if she could do better for him. She could only think that all this situation all was to blame on some fault in her.

Jadebride stood silently in the middle of the room, waiting for Luke to make his next move. She had his musky smell in her nose. looked at his sharply defined proportions.
After a while, when Luke had not spoken or anything, just stood and blocked the door, she softly shook her head. trying to clear her mind she asked herself how she could care for him in this moment. She was the one misstreated her.