The metal door screeched open in the cold cell. Lola didn't even move her gaze from the dark grey cement floor beneath her. She didn't realize how much time had passed, the hunger eating at her insides, desperate for food. Her body was slowly shutting down to the point Lola thought she was hallucinating the sound of footsteps drawing near her.
"You look like you've been through hell," The familiar voice teased. The sound of his low voice irritated the girl to no end.
Lola slowly glanced up at him, having no strength to glare at the man, all her attention was on the red apple that was curled up in his hands. His face was churned into an amused look, knowing how desperately she wanted to eat it. Her mouth watered at the sight, feeling like a wild animal ready to pounce on her prey.
Lola scoffed, "I'm still there."
The man sickenly smiled, almost aroused by the snarky remarks that Lola clapped back with. He stalked closer towards her, slowly bringing the apple up towards her face, daring her to take a bite from the apple.
Lola wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of her giving into his commands. Instead, she spit on the apple, mustering all of her energy to shoot daggers at him. He just hummed, bringing the apple up to his mouth and taking a bite himself, munching loudly on it.
Her lips twisted in disgust, impatiently waiting for his infuriating presence to leave the room. She was physically and mentally drained; her body was growing accustomed to the pain that etched her wrists.
Finally finishing the apple, he let the core of the apple roll off his finger tips, landing with a slight thud on the concrete, rolling towards the ends of her toes. She bite back a groan as her stomach betrayed her, the grumbling noise echoed in the room.
The dark haired man laughed bitterly, finding her hunger humorous. She had to bite her tongue to refrain from snapping back at the man.
"I want you to join me for dinner tonight," Her mouth watered at the mere thought of a decent meal. She almost didn't care about anything else, just wanting to eat. She had to keep reminding herself that he wasn't to be trusted.
Lola thrashed around the chains again for the millionth time. She wasn't able to keep track of the days, there was no window in the cell, leaving her to slowly go insane. She'd rather die than listen to his voice.
The man sighed, running a stressed hand over his face, as if he was starting to get rather annoyed with the girl in front of him. He launched himself forward, gripping her chained and bloodied wrists with great force, making her wince internally, yet she kept her cold glare on the psychopath in front of her.
"I'd rather rot in this cell then have dinner with someone like you," She snarled, emphasizing her disgust and hatred that she had for him.
To be honest, the girl was very confused. The man threatened her countless of times, but he never acted on it. Lola had come to the conclusion he was all bite and no bark, not terrifying the girl of where she was. The only thing that was going to be the end of her was the lack of water and food. Lola knew her body was wearing thin, gnawing at her insides with desperation for some food.
Her survival skills were kicking in, screaming at her to give in to the fine dining she might experience. She wasn't focused on the physical pain the metal clasps that caused it, but rather the mental torture she was forced into, making her mind slowly go insane.
When she was isolated for hours on end- as that's what it felt like, her mind couldn't help but wander off to memories of her mom, her friends, and also the memories that she easily made with Fee. The happiness of those memories gave her a sense of comfort and some hope, maybe she would be found and everything could go back to the way they were.
