venus was terrified. she sat on the floor in the dark, tiny room she deemed as an empty closet.
it had been days.
one or two, and venus's tongue was dry and hunger was making her head pound.
she even wondered if the man had forgotten he forced her into the closet against her wild pleads. she just hoped he would let her eat and bring her a glass of water or something.
venus hadn't used the bathroom either, not feeling the need to and accepting that she would probably starve to death or die of dehydration.
she strangely needed him.
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west coast ☆ joji miller
Fanfiction❝ our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose ❞ or venus loves a murderer
