"Make yourself at home. Hungry?" He asked. I'd usually say no in fear of seeming a burden and getting beat but I didn't really think he was going to do that.
"Umm if it's no trouble for you." I said sweetly.
"Course not. What do you want?" He asked.
"Umm whatever. But you really don't have to. I've survived on an apple for three days straight, and tap water."I said smiling at how weird I probably seemed right now.
"Don't worry I won't let that happen. How about steak. I mean it already 7 might as well have dinner. And that's what I was going to have anyway." He said. I just nodded wide eyed.
"What's your name?" He asked suddenly.
"Umm Izzabelle." I replied absently looking around the house.
"Yours?" I said turning to look at him.
"Braden Andrews. What's your last name?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head smiling.
"I forgot." I said simply.
"Your kidding."he said dumbfounded. I shook my head slowly, still grinning.
"Wow." He said.
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Storie d'amoreThis business kidnaps girls and sells them to perverts, creeps, or normal guys who just waned to try something new. They also take "donated girls" that's me. I've been bout and sold back. Then I'm bought by a guy who doesn't even know why he bought...
