"Hel-" my voice broke after screaming for what seems like days. My mouth is dry from thirst. I've been closed up in a small room completely vacant except a small cot. The winter air passed right through the walls and caused goosebumps all over my body.
A noice sounded on the other side of the door. Footsteps.
The door handle raddled right before a large figure appeared in the doorway. "Hello sweetheart."
I knew there was a reason I had a bad feeling about him. It's was the man who was at the restaurant. The same one at the park took me from my job and locked me in a room with nothing for hours.
"Are you hungry?"
"Let. Me. Go." I snarled.
He bend over and placed both hands on my frame. "I'll ask again, are you hungry?" He said seeming to lose patients.
"Fuck you. I wanna go home." I said through gritted teeth.
"This is your home sweetheart. If you wanna starve here then, starve." He said with a stern matter as before he slammed a door in my face.
"Let me go. Please." I cried then began to have another panic attack. My arms began to curl in and everything turns black.
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I'm sorry for the short chapter. I hope someone is enjoying this, and if not I'm sorry. Let me know what you guys think.
