Crazy for you

Starving

Ciara's POV

It's been three days since Tom has come in here. Sometimes I fall asleep and wake back up to see that I was no longer cuffed to the bed. I took that time as an opportunity to use the toilet, if you could even call it that.

I haven't eaten and I've barely slept. I tried begging him to at least talk to me through the door but he never responded. Today was just like the others, boring and lonely, so I sat and thought about what I would be doing if I wasn't here right now.

The sound of a door opening pulled me out for my daydream, it was him.

"Where have you been? I'm so sorry Tommy I'll listen from now on and I'll be quiet! I'm so sorry." I said quickly, pulling at my handcuffs.

He stayed silent as he placed a plate of food down next to me, "Eat."

"Can I use the bathroom? The actual one out in the hall?"

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you love me and you know I won't leave you. I feel disgusting, just one time, please? Two minutes that's all I need."

Tom stood up and pulled out a small key from his pocket, he unlocked my handcuffs and pulled me up.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I repeated, throwing my arms around him. He placed a small kiss on the side of my head before pulling me to the bedroom door. I closed my eyes without him telling me to, waiting for the door to open.

"Why are your eyes closed?"

"It's what I did last time." I muttered.

"Well not anymore I changed my mind open them."

I opened my eyes right as Tom opened the door. I walked out next to him, there was pretty much nothing to see. To my left was the living room, a very generic-looking living room might I add.

"Ciara."

My head snapped to the right, there was a short hallway with three doors, not including the one I just came out of. Tom was standing at the door farthest away from me, holding it open.

"Sorry I was just looking."

"That is alright darling." He said, wrapping an arm around me once I was close enough.

"Would you like to shower?" Tom asked as he looked down at me.

"I don't want my food to get cold."

"I can reheat it." I thought about it for a moment.

"But I-"

"No arguing, get in the shower. There are some towels down there." He pointed at the sink, "I have some old clothes in there as well."

I nod, "Thank you."

"Enjoy princess."

Tom walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door cracked open just a bit. I left the door how it was and stripped out of my clothes. I turned on the shower, grabbed a towel, a shirt, a pair of boxers and a pair of socks from under the sink.

These clothes smell brand-new and the socks fit me perfectly... why would he lie about that?

I brushed away my thoughts and got in the shower. I washed my body then my hair, making sure to be thorough seeing as I didn't know when the next time I could shower was.

Once I was done I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I got dressed and began drying my hair with my towel as I bent over to look in the drawers for a comb, maybe even a toothbrush.