CHAPTER 15

CHARLENE'S POV

I didn't dare to breathe as I waited nervously for one of the men to enter the room. Just when I thought that my heart was going to stop beating, the wooden door swung open, revealing the third guy from earlier.

He was holding a tray with four bowls on it. He carefully set the tray down on the floor next to the bed.

"Hey Charlene, are you feeling any better now?" He greeted me cheerfully.

I looked up at him warily. What is happening? I wondered. He walked closer and extended a bowl towards me. "Here, eat some breakfast, sweetheart," he urged.

Still hesitant, I grabbed the bowl with shaking hands and raised it to my lips. As I began to drink, I realized that the liquid was warm, and that I hadn't eaten anything all day. I gulped down half of the bowl before setting it down.

The second man had returned with another bowl. I watched warily as he poured water into it until a few drops dripped down to land on the floor. He put that down as well.

"You seem a bit nervous.