One….two….three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten…eleven…twelve…her eye lids began to close as she listened and counted the rain drops leaking through the box and plopping down near her face.

The box was more like a coffin only smaller, so small that she was forced to lay in a fetal position to be comfortable at all. Her stomach growled and her lips dry she couldn’t remember what day it was or how long she’d actually been in this death trap. No food and little water was supplied but she had plenty of time to think and think she did.

She thought of soft candle light and gentle smiles, warm hands and soft touches. Brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin and luscious lips, each and every thought centered around Ashley as Spencer slowly figured out that what she felt was more than a bond of friendship or a mysterious pull between them. The blonde slowly realized she cared deeply for the woman she’d just met, she wanted to hold her and know any detail Ashley would give her and so although she was suffering from cold, starvation and the annoying drip drop of rain near her face she’d do it over and over again just to have that small dinner with the Davies’ angel.

Only she’d let Ashley take the cap off this time and watch the astonishment register as blonde hair cascaded down around her shoulders, she’d see a flicker of lust dance gleefully in warm brown eyes as fingers threaded through her blonde locks. Soon the two women would be nothing but shadows on the wall as arms, legs and intimate touches were shared on the silky sheets of the bed.

Taking a deep breath Spencer fell asleep yet again trapped in the box with images of Ashley and her locked in her mind with a smile tugging at her bruised and cracked lips waiting till the day she’s released and allowed to see the angel even if it is only through the looking glass of the window.

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“This isn’t right,” Glen seethed. Rubbing his neck as he sat down on his bed, the day had been long and hard, his feet sore to the touch. His blue green eyes stared out the flap into the distance, across the battle field they trained in to the dark edge of the woods where four box shaped prisons were hoisted up on four by fours so the prisoner’s didn’t drown when it rained.