Angela tensed when he leaned towards her only to relax when he took out a handkerchief and began to clean the wound. She winced every once in a while but for the most part she studied him.

How could someone so dangerous and cannibalistic one minute be so kind and gentle the next? That, she didn't understand.

After he was done he explained. And by the end she was baffled. Like he'd said, he was the gun and she was the holder. She saw what he could do. He was dangerous and powerful. It was like giving a child a gun and telling them to do what they wanted with it.

Then, there was the hunger. Out of all the possibilities of things he could do for her there was of course one thing. Hunger. He needed to be fed. And she had a good idea of what he meant. She glanced at the bones of the dead men. 

He then bowed and then it was decision making time. Would she accept his help? If she did all she had to do was tell him her name. Angela thought of everything he said and about what the pros and cons were. She actually thought. Just like her father taught her.

She then made her decision. She let her eyes meet his confidently.

"My name.....is Angela. Angela Croffin. And I accept your protection and servitude."