BENITA CELESTINE

A week has gone by in this hole, and it's beginning to look like Felix is indeed dead.

And for that week, there has been no peace, happiness, or even life itself. The police have been unable to find me, and I can only update myself with the news.

Stuck in a room, with only Goliath, bringing meals to me and Felita once or twice a day, and locking the room so we wouldn't find a way to leave the room.

I've tried picking the lock several times, with my hairpin, ...