Daffney shivered in the cold night air, “Why am I here?” she thought, waiting on the door to open to the small cabin. Then suddenly, the crooked door slowly opened, as if a ghost hand turned the knob. Dim light fromthree candles, on a small coffee table. Shecould see his large frame sitting an old wooden chair, she could feel his piercing green eyes burning a hole through her chest. The cabin door slammed shut closing almost as soon as she entered. “Come here.” He whispered. Slowly, Daffney moved by his side, his hand came up and waved her raven locks out of her face. “On your knees.” The giant said, once again in a whisper. Daffney complied, swiftly dropping to her knees. “Your nervous about something… what”? He could tell she wasn’t her usual perky self. Certainly not the Daffney, Kane introduced too him. “Nothing… just cold.” She lied, hoping it would convince him. He smirked, then quickly hooked the ring on the leather coller around her neck with one finger, and pulled her close. “Why are you lying to the Undertaker”? He growled. She could feel his ice cold breath on her cheek. “I’m not lying!” She said trying not to show intimidation. His voice became softer, and Mark let out a low laugh, smiling as he let go of his little pet. “Its ok… I’m not going to hurt you.” He planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Daffney felt most of her stress go away almost immediatly. Mark noticed this, and kneeled down in front of her on one knee.