Lyssa
“I brought you some food.”
“I don’t want food, Hunter; I want you to let me out!”
Hunter sets the tray on the dressing table with a sigh. “I can’t let you out, Lyssa.”
I groan in frustration and turn away from Hunter. When Hunter brought me here, he dropped me in this bedroom and locked the door. It took him hours to come back and a lot of screaming from me. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I don’t know if it’s day or night because the only light in this room is from a lamp beside the bed. The room has no windows, and I feel as though I’m suffocating. I can’t be locked in; I hate it!
But no matter how many times I screamed or begged him to let me out, Hunter wouldn’t relent. He didn’t care when I cried in frustration and anger; he just walked away.
I don’t know how to get
