"Hey," I found myself saying as I approached him slowly, causing him to flinch as he looked up at me. He glared up at me with his shiny blue eyes for a second, but when I furrowed my brows he went back to hiding in fear. "Whatever it is you plan on doing to me.. please make it quick.. I can only handle so much anymore." I blushed when I heard the accent. It was Irish. I forgot how much I loved men with thick accents. Most of my ex boyfriends were from some foreign country- Bad time. "No. No. Don't be afraid. I'm a prisoner here. Like you... I assume. I'm Y/n. What's yours?" I asked, holding a hand out to him. He looked at my hand and then up at me, giving me a good look at his face. Blue eyes, thin lips, a not so fresh shave and a black eye which was indeed black and blue. He looked down at the ground, thinking as I left my hand out to him, waiting for his name. Finally he reached out and took my hand, which I realized was a lot smaller than his. He sighed and said, "I'm Sean.. But Mark prefers me to be called Jack. Whichever you prefer." "Well, Sean, it's nice to meet you." I smiled at him, but only received a slight nod from him.

Trigger Warning!⚠ "I sorta accidenly almost hit her with my car." "I'm sorry, alright? I'll admit, I suck at driving."