Fifty-two

The tall woman walked up to me and my eyes were still widened because she looked way too familiar. She had beige blonde hair, crustacean eyes and was surprisingly very beautiful.

For some reason, I had thought the person in the cloak would be a man, so I was in awe to know it was a woman.

“What? Do you remember me?” Her voice was like an angel's voice, very soothing to my ears.

I shook my head; she had kidnapped me, her innocent looks weren’t going to deceive me. “Why am I here? I asked who you are?” I frowned this time.

She approached me, the sole of her boots clinking against the floor as she shoved her hands in her pants pocket, glancing at the door.

It felt very strange and I wondered what the hell was going on. After a while, three men strolled in with a table that had four tires, rolling it in my direction. The smell of food from the table was glorious and made my stomach scrunch, calling my attention to my hunger.

“You haven’t eaten for over a day now, have something to ea