Chapter 25

(Emily's POV)

The sound of the door creek woke me up. I was quick to rub my eyes and sit up. Fears run through my skin. However, he came inside with a normal aura.

"Good morning." he said while holding a plate "I made you some breakfast, hopefully, you're feeling better," he said, casually.

He has the guts to make breakfast while here I am, putting me into prison. It was so hard reading his face, his wearing a hat as the light was not on, and made it impossible to understand him. I never know if he's smiling or frowning.

I did not respond. He would not listen to my side though. He's even said I would feel better, how can I with this tape, the locked door, being a prisoner at his place? Will he feel better if he were me?

No one wanted this kind of life. I bet he will lock me in here for the rest of my life, waiting for my Shrek to save this princess Fiona from this dungeon full of dragons and demons.

He grabbed the stool in the corner and sat down, still with the plate in his hands. M