"Gnnn, go away, let me sleep." Those words automatically rumbled through my throat.
"Holy mother Melanie, your breath is shockingingly vile." That. Was. It. I'd recognise that voice anywhere. Matt was asking for a good beating.
"Well I'm sorry. I haven't showered, changed , moved, brushed my teeth or anything, in three friggen days. What condition did you expect me to be in?"
"Woah calm it there, I was simply pointing out. Ok how about this, I'll have you washed, clothed and 'lookable', right away. Now let me just undo these chains..." Matt called out to the door, and two men promptly entered my personal prison cell. He was finally going to unchain me, so this was my chance to punish him. After eating and resting, I was feeling much more refreshed and energetic. The thought of being freed from those ghastly chains sent a course of adrenaline to pulse throughout my limbs.
'Click'. There it was. I lunged out at Matt with my already powered up and ready arms, but the two men he had called in earlier each caught each of my flailing arms effortlessly.
"NOOO, LEMME AT HIM." I could feel my distraught voice howling across the enclosed cell. My fists curled up so tightly, that my nails dug into my palms. I could only watch in frustration as Matt smiled at me smugly.
"I come here to unchain you and give you the special treatment of hygiene that many people don't have, and yet you plan to turn me into your punching bag. My gosh Melanie what a cold soul you have."
"At least I have one..." I muttered underneath my breath.
