LILLY’S POV
I was not even sure of how many days I had been in this place. The black bag was still kept over my head and the only time it was removed was when I was being fed. Even then, I never got the chance to open my eyes and check my surroundings because I was constantly blindfolded. At this point being held captive wasn’t the worst part of all this, neither was not knowing where I was, or not knowing who was doing this to me and why wasn’t even the worst of it all. The worst of it was the fact that I couldn’t see and I felt like I was imprisoned in darkness.
The person who was feeding me would come in every morning, afternoon, and evening to feed me my food. I tried to ask why he was doing this but I never got a response from him or her, the only thing I managed to gather from the
