Where am I?

- Chapter Four -

-"you should eat now, I'll stay here until you're done."

His voice sounded softer than before, which gave me some hope. Maybe that was going to work, maybe I was going to be able to make him help me to get out of here.

I replied softly:
-"thank you.."

I started to eat the dinner he brought me.
Obviously, crying was making me hungry, also the food was delicious, which resulted in me devouring everything.
I put the tray on the nightstand, once I finished my dinner.

-"thank you for bringing me tasty food.."

It was the least he could do. But I kept this thought for myself.

He nodded at me.
-"if there's something special you want to eat, feel free to tell me."
-"I'll think about it, thanks."

He nodded again, stepping closer to grab the empty tray.
-"I'm leaving, have a good night, see you in the morning."
-"goodnight."

And with these words, he left the room.

I was all alone again. I let out a long sigh.
That was going to be such a difficult task to convince him to help me.
I knew a little more about him even though I've been here only for a few days. I knew he didn't have the keys so it would be useless to harm him, even more since he seemed to be 'the nicest' within them.
I had to make him feel bad for keeping me here, but how?
I knew telling him about my life probably wouldn't be helping, I knew crying wouldn't help either..
I knew playing the victim, even though I was one, wouldn't help much, so I thought maybe I should try acting like I care about him.
Actually, I felt like that was the best idea I got.
Acting like I pretend about his health, about his feelings, as if we were close.

This was really risky, but what made me think this could work was the fact that despite all this, he still seemed somewhat 'sympathetic', I had the feel he had some flaws that made him incompatible with the work he was doing, I really had the feel I could make him change his mind about me.
I knew the probabilities of me being wrong were higher than being right but it's not like I had anything to lose anymore.

He didn't seem to be as mad as he should be, I mean, I don't even think he should be talking to me.
Bringing me good food or a book, why not; but having some conversations with a girl who's supposed to be a kind of merchandise, it probably wouldn't be allowed by his boss.
For sure his boss didn't know about it.

This Chris is weird, but honestly, I would be grateful if he was that easy to play with.
Of course, that would be hard for me to play the caring girlfriend with that dude, who just took me away from everything I had, but it was the price to pay to get back to my precious normal life, so I was resigned to do it.

I glanced at the clock, it was now 10:34PM.
I was tired even though I didn't do anything today.
I pulled myself under the blankets and didn't take long to fall asleep.