"It's time to eat. I hope you're hungry."
Of course I am. He only gives me one meal a day as far as I can tell. It's the only way I have of knowing how much time has passed, and I might be wrong. I really hope I'm wrong, because he gave Alex two days to find me, and this is meal number three.
"Please just let me go, please." I'm weak and tired. It's been near impossible to sleep between being tired to a chair and the never ending fear.
"Oh, shhhh," It sounds more like a hiss than any form of comfort. He carefully removes my blindfold and I'm met with those awful glowing eyes again. Every time they get worse, every time I see them I feel sicker.
"How long have I been here?" I whimper. I hate how weak I sound.
"Does it matter?" I stare at his silver vest, hoping to get away from the eye
