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"I'll be your angel giving up her wings if that's what you need I'll give everything to be your anything" — Taylor Swift
I used to sing that song for Bada Lee. I used to adore her so much to the point that my day wouldn't be complete if I didn't stalk her. I used to be that mere student loving her from afar...
But all of that changed when I entered her house, unannounced.
So here I am in this filthy, dark small room, chained in both hands and feet. My eyes are blindfolded and I don't know how many days I've been here.
"Good morning, Ms. Kathreen."
The moment I hear Bada's voice coming into my room, my body starts to quiver in extreme fear.
"You have to eat, Ms. Kathreen." Her voice is enchanting, but it's only a mask to conceal her true identity.
I wonder how my parents are doing. My mom? My dad? I hope they're okay because they are the only source of my strength right now. How many times have I thought about giving up? Or should I stay strong?
I just can't take this anymore!
"B—Bada?" I ask her, my voice trembling, and my eyes start to tear again. I just can't help it! I am so scared for my life. Every second, I would always ask myself what else she could do to me! What if one day she decides to kill me?
"B—Bada, can I go see my parents, please? I—miss them so much. I—I just want to see them before I—"
"Why do you always think that I will kill you?" her tone suddenly loses its cheerfulness, replaced by anger.
"S—sorry. I just miss my mom and dad," I say, now sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh, please stop crying!" she says impatiently, and suddenly I hear her slam something on the floor making me even more scared. It must have been the food she intended to feed me.
The room falls silent for a few minutes. Soon, she speaks again.
"I'm sorry, I'll go get another one. Wait for me," she says calmly, as if nothing had happened, as if everything is okay and normal.
I hear her footsteps moving away from the room, and a moment later, the door closes and locks.
Tears stream down my face and I break and cry hysterically knowing I can never escaped from her.
