Leo POV:
I roll over and groan, waking up feeling like I slept on a pile of bricks. Oh yeah, John threw me in the basement again. I remember the night before as I look at the chains on my arms and legs and the fact that I have practically no clothes on.
I groan again when the bright fluorescent lights flicker to life. "Now, Leo, that's no way to accept your breakfast." He says and places a tray in front of me. "Especially when I hired a new guard to sit down here with you so your not alone." John smacks me across the face so hard my ears ring, but I act unfazed. " Is that all you got" I sneer at him. He nailed me in the chest , and judging from the crack he broke a rib. I start laughing hysterically. Covering my coughing in the process. "What's so funny little girl!?" he spits at me. " Haha well I was... Thinking.. About.... Well... Heehaheehee... Well that's the way to put the 'break' in 'breakfast' " I say between laughs. I should get my mental state checked out. There's something seriously wrong with me. I think silently agreeing with myself, just further proving my insanity.
"Whatever Leo. Shut up and eat before I shove it down your throat.
