Dangerous Illusion

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Sitting alone on this diry mattress, i let myself finally think about my father. Did he ever love me? Was he even trying to get the money together to help me be free?

Shaking my head slowly. I know his not. He doesn't care. He never loved me. I served my purpose to him. I was a cash machine until he no longer needed the little bit of money i gave him.

Thinking about Callen now i wonder why he didn't kill me? His father is correct about one thing. I don't have a purpose for him to keep me alive. My father will never be able to pay the money back so why keep me? Why is he keeping me with him instead of killing me?

It also makes me wonder about the type of man he is. Sure his cold, a asshole but sometimes i wonder does he have a heartbeat underneath the coldness.

He was nice when i met him at the bakery, or was he faking it? I honestly don't think he was. He has forced himself on me but he hasn't yet to actually fuck me. He kept it pretty simple honestly. Blow jobs and rubbing against me. It could have been worse i know this. I may be innocent but i read. I have read how much worse it could have gotten.

His mother. Thinking about he saddens me. I know it hurts me that my father doesn't love me and now i know Callens father hates him. I'm wondering what kind of women Callens mothers was? Did she love him? Take care of him like a mother shoud or was she like her husband? Cold, Evil?

Suddenly the door opens up from the elevator and i try to keep my breathing steady.

Looking up i see the man from lastnight, the one that brought me down here.

"Heres some soup" he said as he slides it inside my cell.

"No thank you"

"It's not poisoned" he says rolling his eyes

"I don't believe you"

"Callen would kill me if you die, It's in my best interest to keep you alive" He pushes the bowl furthur inside my cell. "Eat"

He walks back and leans against the wall and watches me.