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*Sophia’s POV*

Some hours later, I heard the sound of the lock click again. Appearing on the other side was Danny, a steaming pizza box in his right hand.

He looked at me cheerfully, as if it was perfectly normal for me to be locked away in the attic. “Dinner! Come on, get it while it’s hot.” He placed the box on the table, opening the lid and grabbing a slice for himself.

I joined him, unsure yet of what he might do if I refused. I was also hungry. If I was going to think of a way to escape, I needed my strength. I took my own piece and began to eat.

He watched me closely, clearly approving that I was eating without protest. “There’s a good girl. You’ll feel better once your stomach is full.”

We ate the rest of the meal in silence. I guessed Danny was waiting till after to begin the interrogation. Sure enough, once the box was empty, he sat back with a satisfied sigh. “That’s better right