EMILY
What the hell was I thinking?
This man was built like a brick wall. That lamp didn’t do anything. Maybe I needed a knife or a gun. Would that even work?
“Behave mia cara,” he said with a smirk and I did my best to glare at him.
“The name’s Emily dipshit. Don’t call me that.” I spat with false bitterness even though I loved the way it sounded.
He chuckled but said nothing.
“What do you want from me?” I asked for the thousandth time.
“Is there anything you like to do?” His voice was distant, like he wasn’t really here.
I frowned. “What?”
“You said you didn’t have anything since you’re stuck here. Is there anything you'd like to do to pass time? Maybe I can arrange for it.”
Was this some kind of reverse psychology thing? I tried my luck. “I would like to leave.”
He chuckled.
