I was sitting on the terrace with Marshall in front of us, lifting the wood he had just cut down for our fireplace, because winter is approaching now. We have a neighbor, in case they are a bit far from our house where we are staying now. I can’t find an opportunity to escape and ask questions.
I took a sip of my coffee and looked away when I noticed that Marshall was looking in my direction now. His muscles were flexing while he was chopping the woods there.
After our conversation in the bedroom, I started to distance myself from him, but he was taking care of me and showing that he cared a lot for my health.
I feel invalid. Sometimes I just stand up and he already supports me, but I know that I am missing something while I am here in this house and imprisoned.
It’s not totally incarc
