• Throwing Up

Valerie was lying down on the bed, her mind consumed with thoughts as usual. The door opened but she didn't bother to turn to see who it was, usually only two people came in here anyway. It was either Melissa or that scumbag.

This was her third day in captivity and she was beginning to lose hope, the place was heavily guarded and so it was difficult for her to be able to escape.

She would have to spend a long time here, long enough to gain his trust before she would finally make her move.

“Mr Antonio says you can come downstairs to have dinner,” Melissa's voice rang in her ears, jerking her back to reality.

She blinked a few times to be sure that she wasn't dreaming. “Me?” She pointed inwards at her chest. “Downstairs, for dinner?” She questioned, thinking her ears were playing tricks on her.

Melissa gave her a curt nod in reply. “He's waiting,” she simply stated.

With a deep breath Valerie got on her feet, taking slow steps towards the door. She was wearing the nightgown Melis