ABIGAIL POV:
Laying on the bed I curl my knees to my chest, my hair draped over my face in a rat's nest from being unkempt. My wrists hurt from the restraints. I get up every once in a while and drink a sip of water but the food remains untouched. My appetite seemed to vanish the longer I worried about my baby girl. As I lay there the sound of the deadbolt from outside clicks and the door swings open. I glance over but refuse to move, no longer having the strength to fight. I hope this old bat will wake up from dreamland soon and let me out of here so I can go home to my sweet Mia. Lord only knows how scared she has been without me there, and I’m not even sure there has been an adult with her at all times.
“Mommy!” an angelic voice comes from the doorway. I sit up immediately and look
