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"Eat up."

I looked up, and there was Dylan, smirking wickedly at me. He was holding out a tray of food-my lunch. He placed it down on the small bunk-like bed and walked behind me.

Slowly, he started to untie the rope behind the chair. When he was done, I messaged my restrained wrist while glaring at Dylan.

"What? What's the glare for?." He asked innocently, as if he hadn't kidnapped me, as if he didn't slap me, as if he was innocent and everything was okay in this world.

"I hate you." I spat.

"I know," he sang as I sat on top of the bed. I breathed out and started eating.

"I'm going to let you go tonight." He said, I looked up at him. "And on one condition." He paused.

"That Aiden surrendered himself to the police." I turned back to my meal.

"Do you know what I'm afraid of?" He continued. That caught my attention as I looked up at him, "I didn't know you had fears after the way you act?." I mumbled and turned back to my meal.

He chuckled, "Everyone has fears, Aiden has fears,