[There are a lot of things she doesn’t remember about that time. The months in the cage blend together, the shifts happening, the drugs they fed her making her unable to fight, and if she didn’t eat the weakness making her unable to think.

And then Charles, looking at her like she was a mystery. She probably was.

She washes the rest of her skin off, and then comes to give him the same treatment, her fingers moving over him with no rush.]

I’m glad I didn’t try to kill you. I’m glad I waited, because I realized I wanted you.

[She smiles up at him.]

I’ll tell you a secret.

[Daphne hoards secrets like pirates hoard gold.]

Let me wash your hair for it.