Chapter 4

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There was another present at the foot of my bed. It has a flowery note with a perfume on it, and the word Sorry written in flowery letters. I shivered as i realised the letters were in my favourite color, and the perfume mine at the age of 13, when i lost, that, bottle...! Omg im 19 now, creep! The basket had all of my favourite candys and treats, and he restocked the kitchen cupboards, with everything i liked. I noticed a bruise on my calf, and tried to cover it up with my concealer. It didn't work. After awhile, I gave up. There was a creepey note in one of the cupboards, saying Go To Your Bedroom. I went back and noticed a new basket. First, out jumped 20 more kittens, which the house started to reek of, and 3 boxes with pens and paper attached. They read Suggestions, Complaints and finally Rants. I quickly scribbled down fresh air, cat food, bigger cage, more candy and junk food, more kittens, more drinks, more clothes, more makeup, and i drew up a detailed plan of everything i wanted and dropped the sheets in the suggestion box. I ranted alot, almost filling the box, and used my final sheet to ask for more paper. Then the door creaked open, and i got a gas grenade thrown at me. It was super strong bcuz i passed out immediately.

"Shes not waking, oh shizzz! I gotta get out shes waking up" and i heard the gate slam somewhere near me. Wait. A gate? I got up, realizing i was in a different room. Everything was rainbow, and there was only one door, leading into an equally neon bathroom. I quickly too a shower, feeling dirty, when I realized how calm i was. I quickly finished and hopped out to get my clothes. I got dressed and realized he was watching me this whole time. I looked around the bathroom, seeing about 4 cameras, and blushed furiously. I came out to a note on my kitchen table. It said Renovations in bold black letters. I figured the gas didn't wear off quite yet, because my knees started wobbling as the floor started tilting. I barely heard the thunk of my skull connecting with the table, or felt the blood dripping all over me and staining the floor. But all i could see and feel, was his face and arms, as I blacked out from blood loss.

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