The last two and a half days have been long and lonely. I saw Janey and I saw Tarrick in the kitchen. I had wandered outside and lay in the sun and then read a book. Tarrick had shown me to a cinema room and I had even watched a film. But it felt hollow, I hadn't seen him, not one glance. This morning, I asked Janey if he had gone off of the island. She had looked up from her magazine and shook her head. " No dear, he is still here" she had stated.
I found it hard to believe her how two people missed each other for two and a half days. The house was big for sure, but it wasn't that huge that you should not see someone even at just a glance. I should have been happy, I kept telling myself to be happy that I had not seen him. He was an ass and my captor. He told me I had to beg him. Why on
