Confused
Twenty-Three: Todd
I’m really getting tired of being in this damn trunk. Every time I wake up, I’m back in here. It’s dark and hard to breath. My stomach has been growling nonstop but that asshat hardly gives me anything except maybe a piece of bread or half a sandwich. I so wanted to throw it in his face the last time but I was too hungry to waste it on his face. Then what really pisses me off is having to eat while chained next to a toilet in a nasty ass bathroom. It’s like he knows exactly where to find the most discussing hotels on the planet, they get worst then the last each and every time.
While I was choking down the half of sandwich that he acted like he was giving me gold. He actually told me that I should be happy that my Alpha was providing for me. I laughed in his
