home. I don’t know what that bitch told you , but I’m not sick. ”

What if this was the way out? “ If you were really my friend ,” softened she , dropping her attention to temptation’s pleasurably scented decadence ; abdomen growling with want. Food , proper food ! Admittedly , the most attractive meal she’d seen yet. “ You’d let me go >>>

Privacy had long been denied. Was Cale watching now? Is she waiting for Deborah to lower her guard? Stride in when she least expected it? As kind as Anderson was , she couldn’t be trusted. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑦𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟. >>>

perfection , reflecting the sharpen of green eyes upon Leslie’s statement. “ 𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 not going to let me go home. I’m a prisoner here ,” hotly snapped the woman , gesturing to an overhead camera ; half spherical , possessing full scope of the room at all hours of the day. >>>

Stature lowered , until pale knees are drawn to her chest ; arms fastening taut , striving to imitate a modicum of comfort. Alas , there is no success. The ground is frigid , leeching any traces of heat. Its sturdiness cramping her muscles. Tiles polished to a clinical >>>

nature , there’s no curtness to it. Nor her routine rejection.

( … ) And finds it silenced as Doctor - she claimed a seat upon the ground. Her confusion is visible. Lips parted , rapt in observation of the odd behavior. She was ——— Eating her lunch 𝐡͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐞?! “ Why? ” While the inquiry was probing in >>>

Redistribute the warmth that had been denied since visitation. Closing her eyes , with a pang of mourning , she imagined it was the sun. With a hiss of the door , she’s torn from her reverie. Defensive footing regained , the woman stiffens ; poises her tongue for a dismissal >>>

personally selected , there’d certainly be no surprise. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰.ᐣ She did not know how much time had passed. Ten minutes? Thirty? Mayhaps she wouldn’t return , after all. Steadily , the temperature began to climb. >>>

and skin. Both revels and dreads the solitary quiet ———— Safe , for now. None could bring harm if she was the only one in the room. But for how long would it last? What if the brunette came back with something malicious? After meeting the other ‘ caretaker ’ Veronica >>>

A strained breath is loosed upon 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 retreat ; her spine tapping the furthermost wall , gliding down it ‘til frame sat upon waxed tile. Knees drawing themselves close , Deborah thrust aside the unwelcome sensation of cold permeating through fabric >>>

absent any indication of warning beforehand. Crash of weight hurtling they back , until her physique rests atop the other’s ; hands encircling her throat. A foreign pulse beating beneath trembling fingertips. “ Open ——— Open the door. That’s what I want. ”

𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 , 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 ; 𝐿𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦 ——— 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝙃͟𝙀͟𝙍. No ! She couldn’t , wouldn’t let that happen ! The brunette refused ! Her lunge was abrupt , >>>

That’s ——— that’s all I’m here for. You to punish me , keep me confined like I’m some sort of animal. ” She hated the way Doctor Cale’s shadow seemed to arch over her ; grind her to dust beneath its authority. “ My mind is fine , I ( … ) ” 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 >>>

concern. Sleep deprived emerald at once pins the floor , avoidant of brilliant sapphire irises. She could feel the warmth emanating off Veronica’s body. Close , stood she. Enough so to easily have seized her by the jaw and force yet another horrendous meal past her lips. “ >>>

Expectant of behavioral rectification , Domaine flinched ; damned by an inability to further recoil. How the woman yearned to meld into the walls until her existence was forgotten by the malignant tycoon. Her advance , unhurried ; masquerading companionship. , clinical >>>

necessitated ’ care once more. “ I wouldn’t come to you if you were the last person on Earth. ” A family. Friends. There were people out there ! Those who , unalike the deceptive snake afore she , did miss her ! Held concern for her being

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝙢͟𝙚. “ I ( … ) I 𝐃͟𝐎͟𝐍͟'𝐓 need you. ” 𝑆𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝑃𝑈𝑆𝐻 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑈𝑇. Her arm snakes backward , fingers sinking into the opposite bicep ; head shaking fiercely. Defiantly denying ‘ >>>

her thin frame. Jaws crashing , teeth bared in a brazen display ; cornered dogs oft favored the defense. Matted tresses clinging to a sweat - flecked countenance , shrouding the visibility of an eye. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 ——— 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 , >>>

to be nourished , bathed , down to what unflattering attire adorned she. “ There’s nothing wrong with me ! Everything was fine before you came along ! ” Abruptly snapped Deborah , swatting at the supine palm hard enough to sting. It felt good , easing the tension built in >>>