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Zora's relief, she felt Savage pull her pants up for her and ease her up from his lap. The moment her feet touched the floor she skittishly made her way to the far side of the table, feeling far safer with something solid between her and the man who had uprooted her from her life and made her bottom burn.
    “So you can do it,” he observed.
    “Yeah I guess I can,” Zora shrugged. “I guess this means I'm not going home.”
    “Not yet, no,” Savage confirmed without the slightest bit of sympathy.
    Tears prickled at her eyelids and she turned away from him, not wanting to let him see her cry again. She hated for anyone to see her cry and she'd already cried twice that day. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, willing them to stop.
    His hands descended on her shoulders and she felt herself being turned around to face him. She hadn't heard him get up, hadn't heard him move at all, but he was behind her, half sitting, half leaning on the edge of the table in a way that brought his eye level down to hers. “Zora,” he said firmly. She met his gaze uncertainly, not knowing what to expect. “It is alright,” he said, squeezing her shoulder.
    She sniffed. “It is not alright,” she mumbled. She was confused. She wanted to hate this man for hitting her, but the same hands that had visited pain on her bottom were now making her feel safe. His gaze was not exactly warm, but it was direct and honest.
    “Come with me,” he said, not bothering to argue with her. Wiping her tears on the back of her sleeve, she followed him out of the room and through the rabbit warren like corridors. They entered an elevator and went up a couple of floors. She found herself looking at the buttons on the elevator with curiosity. She still had no idea where she was being held and Savage wasn't going to tell her, but the elevator could be a way out, she surmised. There were twelve floors on the interface, split into two separate columns marked numerically. The rows were marked alphabetically. They had gotten in at level 1-C and they were going to 2-B.
    2-B, Zora was interested to discover, was much more pleasant than 1-C. Instead of 'burn your retinas out' fluorescent lighting and plain walls, somebody had invested in a deep brown carpet and paneling on the walls. The light fittings were tastefully inset into the upper walls. It looked more like a hotel than a military base. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked around in confusion. “Where are we?”
    Savage smiled slightly. “Same place, different place,” he said simply, approaching a door and pushing it open. Zora looked around the frame of the door to see what was clearly a bedroom. It was twice as large as the one she had left and though it was furnished simply it somehow felt homely. She couldn't put her finger on what made it feel that way until she approached the bed and saw that the pale blue blanket laying over it wasn't coincidentally like the one she had at home. It was the one she'd had at home.
    “What the?” On an impulse, she turned to the wardrobe in the corner and opened it. Inside it were a bunch of clothes, some were hers, some were new. Every new piece was suited to her tastes however, something she would probably have bought herself if she'd had the time or the inclination. With her mouth open in surprise she turned to see Savage leaning up against the door frame, watching her. “What's going on?”
    “It's your room. You'll be more comfortable in familiar surroundings,” he explained simply.
    “Since when has my comfort mattered? Zora asked, unconsciously rubbing her bottom as she asked the question.
    “Since you behaved yourself and did as you were told,” Savage said rather bluntly.
    Zora wandered about the room, exploring it, but avoiding the doorway where he stood. All her personal effects appeared to have been delivered to her, not that there were many of them to begin with. She'd never been much of a 'things' sort of person, preferring the ability to