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He was gone for a long time when he came back he didn't say a thing.
He threw a MC- Donald's bag at me and left again.
Michael!
He poked his head back in the room.
How do you expect me to eat with both hands cuffed?
He came and sat beside me to remove one of my hands from the cuff then stood back up.
Wait!
How am I going to use the bathroom?
He left and came back with a portable toilet and sat it beside the bed.
Anything else? He said in annoyance.
No I muttered as I choked back a sob.
Good!
Then he stumped down the stairs.
I stared after him, he forgot to shut the door.
I gathered my thoughts together and took a deep breath trying to claim my nerves.

Michael's POV

Everything was going great until she said what she said.
I was too pissed to stay in the same room as her, so I went back downstairs.
I never wanted to kill anybody, I never asked for this!
But it is what it is, I'm trying my best to not lose it with her.
She actually means something to me, would I ever mean anything to her?
Doubt it, I raped her then kidnapped her.
However she didn't fight me off during both incidents.
I sat on my old moldy couch and cleaned off my knife.
Then I sharpened it before placing back in my outfit.
My eyes become droopy so I went back upstairs.

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