Alpha Larove. He's a bad man. The weird thing is, he hasn't caused me physical harm. Not like Ginny's mate. Where is she? I forget where her mate is from. Maybe if I can remember, I can save her.
I don't fall asleep that night. Maybe it's because I'm scared of what I might dream of. Maybe I'm not tired. Whatever it is, it's working.
Michael walks through the door with a plate. The plate consists of, toast, oatmeal, and orange juice. "How was you sleep, darling?" He mocks. I refuse to talk to him. "Okay, okay. I get it, you don't like toast do you?" Michael continues to joke. I take the plate from his hands and begin to eat. I love toast.
My plate falls to the floor when I'm finished. Michael makes sure to tighten my restrains. "We can't have your pretty face running off, now can we?"
