Aria’s POV
“He said, 'I can't hurt you, that's one thing you should be sure of,' to me.”
“I sat there, looking at him, unsure of what to say.”
“So why are you trapping me here?” I asked.
“No one is trapping you. Consider this as a vacation,” he said, walking towards the refrigerator in the corner.
“I wish I could just walk closer to him, choke him, and run away,” I thought as I looked at him.
He grabbed something from the fridge and walked back towards me.
“You still won't eat anything?” he asked, pointing to a pack of chocolate.
“That was my favorite chocolate, and just by looking at it, I felt like having it.”
“No?” he asked again.
“You can drop it on the table,” I said. “And when are you leaving?” I added.
He chuckled and asked, “Hold up, what's going on?”
“You're not giving
