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(Day Five Morning)

The cage door creaked open. I didn't sleep at all last night. I was too cold. My limbs were stiff as I crawled out of the cage. I was pulled to my feet. My eyes were fixed on the floor. My captor grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
"We are going to have a talk darling," he stated.
He led me out of the room and back into the living room. I was pushed to sit on the sofa. He tied my wrists together and my ankles together before leaving me alone. The man came back with a box of cheerios. He poured some into a bowl. Then he sat down next to me.
"Every word that you say," he says. "Earns you a Cheerio."
He placed the bowl on his lap. I eyed the food. My stomach grumbled. He smirked at me.
"What's your name?" He inquired.
"Charlotte," I responded, quietly.
He put a Cheerio infront of my lips. I opened my mouth and he put it inside. I swallowed it quickly.
"How old are you?" He questioned.
"19," I replied.
I was given another Cheerio. I hoped that he would ask me a question that required a long answer. I was hungry.
"Do you know how you came to be here?" He asked.
"I'm not sure," I said. "You probably kidnapped me."
Seven cheerios were passed to me.
"Your wrong," he said.
I stayed silent as he had not asked me a question and I wasn't sure whether I could respond or not.
"Your parents sold you to me," he stated.
"What?" I muttered.
A single Cheerio was pushed into my mouth.
"They were running low on money and what better way to earn money than sell their daughter on the black market," he stated, smirking. "For only ten thousand pounds as well. What a bargain."
Anger consumed me and I lunged at him. The cheerios were thrown on the floor as elbowed and kneed him. Suddenly I felt a jab in my side. My whole body went limp. I was flung over his shoulder. He took me back to the dingy room. My body was sat on a chair. My wrists and ankles were untied. My nightdress was pulled off of me. I couldnt do anything. My body felt numb. Then they were retied to the arms and legs of the chair. A blindfold was put on me then I heard footsteps walk away from me.

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