SABRINA
"I have a treat for you today."
"Thank you, Mr. Chek." I say just above a whisper. I've developed a nasty cough being here and it's stolen away most of my voice. My throat is raw and in serious need of a cough drop or twenty.
He bends down to me lying on the ground and lightly pets my face. I no longer flinch at his touch; I'm just used to it. He's a smart man, putting the body through so much discomfort so that when it's offered just a smidge of tenderness, it jumps on it like a money hungry w***e. His touch is the only thing I've felt besides pain in who knows how long. I've stopped keeping track. I no longer care how long I've been away.
Some might believe I'm weak to give in so easily, but they haven't been kidnapped, frozen, starved, beaten, and taunted for weeks on end ei
