" You're going to wait right here until I get back there are two loafs of bread and two sticks of butter in the fridge." He said bitterly then leaned in really close " I suggest you use them wisely, you won't want to know what I would do with your body if I found you dead." He spat back as I flinched and hide in the corner of the room. He then locked the door from the outside and I heard him get into a car and drive away. I was supposed to survive for 2 months on two loafs of bread and and butter. But that wasn't my plan.
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