My eyes darted round the shabby place. It looked like an old cabin. The wood used to build this cabin was quite old and getting weak.
A small ray of sunlight streamed into the room — if it could be called that, I eyed the place in disdain — where I was kept.
I tried to keep my movements on the bed to barest minimum because it was rusty and made squeaky noises. The mattress was worn out and thin with possibly years of use...or misuse.
The chair was old and rusty too. Even the door. I could barely call that disaster waiting to happen a door. It was almost off its hinges.
This place looked like it could collapse anytime and while that scared me, it was not the scariest part of my being captured.
It was my captor. He scared me more than this dump did. He didn't seem like the guy who wou
