Daniela exhaled, a large smile painted across her face,

continuing to ramble on about her favourite books to you; her hostage, who was tied up in somewhat of a luxurious room compared to the prey they kept in the basement. She seemed to hold some interest for you, a wide smile, innocent blush coating her pale cheeks.

"And them in the second book, she comes to realise how truly and deeply she loves her--," "There's a moment in the third book, when the main character-."

she rambled on.