Eight.8.
My mind flashed back to my mom and Bryan. I wondered how they were coping. I just hope Jeremy doesn't hurt them. I wondered if they'd eaten.
Three days since his last visit, Massimo hasn't come into my room. No food and I'm starving already. I stood up from the bed, still in the nightie with my yet-to-heal swollen eyes. I walked around the room looking for a means of escape.
I wondered if the nightie I had belonged to one of Massimo's girlfriends or one of the girls he had held captives before me. The thought got to me.
Has Massimo abducted and assaulted girls the way he did to me? Well, I wouldn't know unless I ask him.
Still looking for a way out, a way of escape, I moved towards the window. Maybe I could climb down with a rope or something and find my way out. I looked do
