True to his word, a young lady, who looked quite younger than me walked in with a tray of food several hours later.
Does that mean I should believe every single word he said? He must keep to his word.
Unfortunately, everything he had said so far was frightening. I was still burning with humiliation at how easily I had unraveled at his touch and I was hoping I never saw him again.
“Your meal is here, miss Brittany.” the lady said, smiling softly as she dropped the tray of food on the bed.
I was just noticing how empty the room was _ there wasn't a table for her to have dropped the food on.
It was like he was making sure I never had a chance to escape. The room was comfortable enough but it felt like a prison at the same time.
Where was this place? How long had I been here? Was he real
