"She reached out and ran her fingers down the hard flesh of his chest, dipping into every indentation that delightfully carved the shape of his muscles beneath the surface of his skin. Her touch continued down his stomach, immersed in the water until they lingered on the waistline of his pants. She didn't know what possessed her to touch him but she wanted to, she needed to, with a desperation that continued to grow. She did not understand the obsession she had with her captor. None of these feelings made sense, but to deny them was a battle she knew she would not win. He looked back at her with a hooded gaze, his chest rising and falling heavily as he watched her."