Every time Patrick spoke or did something, it just reminded Ice how deranged he really was. He seriously thought that she'd eventually be okay with this? That they could be happy and live life as if this night never happened? He seriously was crazier than she thought he was. In that moment she vowed to herself that she would never sleep next to or with him. As he picked up her body, he did it as if she weighed nothing to him, easily moving her to the cot on the floor as he pulled away the collar and the tape from her ankles. Able to move her legs a little more now, she shifted a bit on the cot, even more as he rested her head against the pillow. At least the things he brought were clean. While Patrick stroked her face, Ice whined and looked away from him as her body shuddered to his touch. Grey eyes glanced to the red button on the wall and she hoped she didn't need to ever press it. She didn't want him close to her. Again he kissed her head and pulled away as Ice noticed something in the corner of the room. A camera! Ice didn't think she'd be getting out anytime soon and the thought made her shut her eyes as she curled up on the small cot, whimpering and sniffling to her fate.