Emily
"Welcome to your new home b***h!" His face is just inches away from mine and his breath smells like rotten rabbit flesh and I want to throw up. I don't know how long they've been holding me hostage but I do know that it's been weeks and I've had enough!
"I still don't understand why you're holding me hostage?" He looks up at me while he ties my already red ankles to yet another wooden chair and my blister bleeding wrists get tied around my back. My shoulders are throbbing from constantly being held in the same position and honestly, my f*****g ass is killing me from constantly sitting on cheap splinted wooded chairs but it has been this way since they first took me and I don't see it changing anytime soon.
"b***h, you can't be this dull. I've told you way more times than I shoul
