Jonathan sits on the chair he has left for him and crosses his legs.
"If you are going to keep talking like damn parrots, let me know so I can blindfold your f***ing mouths again, okay?"
The man stands up and stretches his body.
"Oh, I think I'm tired, these days have been complicated. I'd like to go home and leave you here for a couple of days, but since I'm not such a bad person, I'll stay, someone has to give you water and something to eat, someone even has to take you to the bathroom, right?"
Jonathan walks towards the girl and nudges her with his foot.
"Leave her alone," I said immediately.
"Well, it seems your priorities have changed a lot."
Clara wakes up and looks a bit confused, upon seeing us and facing this terrible reality; she pouts and starts crying again.
"Oh, someon
