A loud screeching of hinges startled me awake. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. A tall figure stepped inside, set a plate and bottle down in front of me and left.
I am starving, no doubt. What time is it? How many days has it been? Where am I?
Eating is so hard to do these days, as I have no appetite. All I wanted to do was keep myself busy, but here I am with nothing to do, chained to a fucking wall like a slave. I let out a frustrated scream as tears slipped down my cheeks.
The door screeched again. I didn't need to look to know who it was. In he came, taking slow steps and crouched down in front of me. I refused to look at him. Roughly grabbing my chin, he forced my face up.
"Why haven't you been eating?"
Silence.
Sighing, he said,"I don't want you to starve. That was never the intention."
"What was the intention then? Why can't you just take the money and let me go. I fucking hate it here. I just wanna go home. Take me home!"
Sobs fell from my lips as I began screaming at him. He silently watched me have another breakdown.
A sick, vicious smile appeared on his face as he said,"Oh sweetie, you're never going back home. The sooner you accept that, the easier our lives will become."
That said, he left. Alone and with nothing to do, my head started bombarding me with thoughts. I hated being alone more than I hated being around him. My mind was my worst enemy at this time.
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The Truth About Her
Mystère / Thriller"The only thing that kept me going were the memories."
