I just wish

Gwen

A week felt like a month. I had been poked with needles and drained of my blood more than once. I tried to make him take the blood from me more than the kids, but they had some drawn too.
I had gotten three meals in seven days. I gave one of mine to the kids and they split it. It consisted of a small piece of cheap meat and a hunk of what I thought was potato. We got a little bit of water and no showers.A week felt like a month. I had been poked with needles and drained of my blood more than once. I tried to make him take the blood from me more than the kids, but they had some drawn too.
I had gotten three meals in seven days. I gave one of mine to the kids and they split it. It consisted of a small piece of cheap meat and a hunk of what I thought was potato. We got a little bit of water and no showers.
I heard heavy footsteps. They were followed by a grunt and the sound of steel rubbing on itself. The door creaked open. It was nighttime, I could tell because I noticed there was a little window at the top of the roof that was only big enough for me to stick my arms through.
The man didn't have a syringe with him. "Gwen," he said in a rough voice. "How, how do you know my name?" I asked, backing into the wall with the mirror on it. "I know a lot of things."
He motioned for me to come with him. I slowly stood and walked to the door. He walked into the house.
It was surprisingly normal for a psychopath. It was an old house that was probably built in the sixties and was really clean. Like neat freak clean. He led me to a small room off the side. I silently memorized the layout and where the door was. The room he wanted me to go into was a bedroom. I held my breath and held back tears. There was a scandalous bit of cloth on the bed. "Put it on," he growled. I felt the hot drops dripping down my face. I stopped in he doorway and he pushed me in.