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Bet

   The phone was at 37%, so we were good. We drove for about 10 minutes, in complete and utter silence. Except this one had tension, at least I felt like it.  I also realized the car he had before was a grey Jeep Patriot, but we are in a red mustang. Must've been the lady's. She must have some money to be looking like she's in her 50's.
   We got back to the cabin and he grabbed our arms again, and put us back on the couch. I can't do this. I pretended to sit on the couch so it looked like I did, but I wasn't touching it. Kind of a squat position. He then left the room, again.
   When he automatically left the room, Ethan and I stared at each other. How does he still trust us? I shouldn't complain, at least I'm still alive. It was still weird though.
   "Call, now." I demanded.
   He started to pull it out and dialed 911. It rang for a few seconds and I felt a wave of relief. Until it said, "no service." The relief drained from both of our faces.
   "Maybe if we go outside?" Ethan said unsure.
   "He'll know, he knew the first time we walked out of the door."
   "Let's just wait then. We'll be ok." Ethan said.
   I wondered if we should try to hide rather than run this time, but we weren't ready for that. So instead we just waited. Quietly panicking. Not even a minute passes and the man came back in the room.
   "Come to the table. We're eating." He stated with a blank expression.
   We hesitantly walked over into the other room and sat down. He began to dig in, while we just stared at our food. I was not going to eat that. It probably had poison.
   "Come on, Mia. I know you're hungry." He said.
   One, how does he know my name? And two, he must've remembered my stomach growl. I told him I'm not eating that, and Ethan stared wide-eyed at me.
   "Suite yourself. You can't go hungry forever."
   "Bet." Ethan dared.