*Cassidy's POV*
I feel like we have been here forever. Even with having Tyler's mom here we have run out of things to talk about. She tries to comfort me, and I am grateful, but all I can think about is my pup and Tyler. I need to be in his arms, or even just to hear his voice. I look down at the stupid chain around my ankle. It's rusted and old but does the job at holding me hostage. I look over at Tyler's mom. She is chained also, but on the opposite side of the room. She looks worn out. Her clothes are dirty and besides her protruding stomach she looks skin and bones. I can only imagine how I look. They only come in here once a day to feed us scraps and give us water. I know in just the few weeks we have been here we have both lost weight. Not that we had much on us in the first place.
