I wake again to the
steady clomp of my captors feet on the stairs. Next comes the quiet flick. And
then the crash of the food tray. And here comes the question.
"So?"
"So what?"
This is our routine now, a script we never deviate from.
"You gonna tell
me your secret?"
"No."
He'll leave grumbling something along the lines of priss most days. But not
today apparently. To day he walks over to untie my ankle. I try to kick and
escape.
"Stop that
love."
I stop. Despite the
fact that he hasn't hurt me yet I know he could anytime. He grabs my wrist and
ties that to the bed in place of my ankle. I don't move, just stare defiantly
up at him. He looks down at me for awhile before turning away.
"I'll be back
later with more food. " He calls over his shoulder as he clomps back up
the stairs. But I know that before he left I saw a bit of softness in his eyes.
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