With sore feet, I try to stand up and get to the door before he comes back, but as soon as I steady my feet I feel sick. wrapping my arms around my stomach I curl forward and start gagging, there hadn't been anything to regurgitate for the past three days. The man that captured me somehow had tremendous powers that even my mother wouldn't be able to defeat. Wiping the sweat off my brow I started for the door again, the huge missile proof door was probably a good idea on the captures end because I could blow most things into pieces, but this door seems adamant the I stay in this damp room. I reached fro the door again and of course, it didn't budge, sitting back in my dark corner I put my head in between my legs and at least try to stay warm