LILIANA
The next few days pass by in a blur, the possibility of my escape becoming bleaker than a candle's flame in a hurricane force wind.
Andros is stuck with me every passing day because of his shoulder injury, like a stubborn tick on the side of a shaggy dog. At least his presence is sufferable. He makes little jokes and is a little friendly.
When Alice kept sending food to my room, he suggested she get a mini fridge for chocolates and the likes so I can help myself to it, and she doesn't have to come all the way up.
It was surprising because we just barely finished speaking about it. I figured if I am to be held without explanation, then I deserve humane treatment at least.
I'm not having anything less. Still, it won't cancel out the burning hatred I have for every soul in the
