The sound of Zarvier's car pulling up to a stop outside the shack - my prison was what woke me up from my slumber. From my calculations, it's been almost a week I have been in captivity.

I sat up on the bed and peered through the barricaded window, I could see Zarvier coming into the house with supplies - probably foodstuffs he had gone to buy. I quickly walked away and stood by the brown wardrobe in the room, praying that the ground will open and swallow me up.

I heard the locks ...