Two days had passed.

He didn’t come. No one did.

I was all alone, in my cellar.

The dim light hanging over my head, like a taunt. The cold grew harsher, as the night reached its peak. Hunger clawed at my stomach, by the end of day one.

I was highly dehydrated, and close to giving up. Just waiting for anyone to come rescue me. But of course, that only happens in fairy tales.

The man who came to check up on me, was the same man that imprisoned me here.

I wanted to gauge out his eyes. ...