"Please…please stop"
Chained up, sad, distorted Amita sat in the middle of the room dehydrated and starving. Why was he doing this? she thought to herself…why now? Why again?
The metal door of the dungeon like room slammed open as the man walked down the old rotting stairs. "Here's your lunch, Bon Appetite" he said in a sarcastic tone as he threw down a few crusts from a sandwich he had probably eaten a few hours ago.
Amita snatched the bread crusts as she hadn't eaten for at least two days. Ever since he chained her up down here all he had been doing was drugging her and teasing her by putting a cup of water just out of reach and worst of all trying and succeeding to befriend her. "I Hate You." she said to him. "don't worry honey it'll all be over soon."