I know it may seem stupid. Letting him sleep in the same bed with me, dance with me, and other things. And trust me I'm not stupid. I'm still horrified. But do you remember what he said to me two days ago? He said he'd kill me. I figure I better just play along and do what he wants if I ever want to get out of here. I won't let him get physical with me because I'm still scared but he could probably break me in two if I tried anything. So I'll just let him get wrapped up around my little finger. This way, one day when he trusts me, I can make an escape. Tell him I'm just wanting to go outside and run. Why would I stick around. Sure the dresses are gorgeous but they must be hundreds of years old. Everything in this house is old. The books, way we listen to music, everything. I just want to live.
