Hideaway Strath Up north’s getting cold soon

She stared back at him, holding his gaze with fire and intrigue in her own. Of course, she knew there were limits to this promise; obviously, she couldn't ask to be let go, which was pretty fucked up. But for some reason, all she could focus on was how strong it made her feel. She had been chasing that feeling since the night she was attacked—had been desperate for it. Nothing had fixed the broken pieces inside her, though this didn't exactly fix them either. More like it started to put them back together in a similar but different way—a way that would change her irrevocably. But then, that process had already been started long ago; all this did was begin to finish it. 

She limped closer to stand in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. I don't want to go back in the pit, she told him again, this time her voice was calm and her gaze was stern. I won't try to leave as long as you keep your word and don't put me back in there. The thought of spending one more cold night there made her chest tighten and her throat go dry. She hated it there. She was desperate at this point, and he had said he would do anything for her; now was his chance to prove that he meant what he said.