°•9°• part 1

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Y/n's pov

Meanwhile, in my room being isolated, Brenner order everyone to not give me any food.
I'm starving!
Peter comes in hourly to check up on me.

Maybe when Peter comes back in here, to check up on me, he can sneak me some food.
Just in the nick of time, Peter walks in.
"Are you alright?" He asks.
"No," I say. My stomach growls.
"I'm hungry!"
"Oh!" Peter says.
"Can...you uh...sneak me some food?"
I ask.
"Um," Peter says.
"Please?" I beg.
"I wouldn't want you to starve," Peter sighs. "I suppose so."
"Thank you"
And with that Peter leaves.

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Peter soon comes back, with something wrapped in a napkin.
"Here you go." Peter hands me the food. I then unwrap the napkin to see a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Surprisingly my favorite.
"Thank you again" I say.
"Mhm." Peter hums in response.

I've been having this question on my mind. Maybe I can get close to Peter so he can be my key to escaping.
Should I ask? I'm going to, it's worth the risk.
"Who are you really?" I ask.

Peter's pov

What does she mean by that?
Is she trying to get something out of me?

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