Kept woman

The only reason for me to know how long I have been in this basement for is because of the woman who comes to give me food. And for the three square meals a day, I can tell that I have been here for a week now.

I keep asking her questions, but she never responds. Just put the food down and leaves.

On the eighth day, I lay on the small bed and cry. I have no one to blame but myself. I put myself in this position all because of money. Now I'm being mistreated by the man I stole.

I turn to face the wall, which had lines to show that I was not the only one to be locked down here, counting the passing day.

I wonder if those other women knew what they were getting themselves into.

"Did Natasha know?" I ask out loud.

If only I hadn't been so envious, I wouldn't be here. And maybe if I hadn't been a bitch, someone would have been worried about me already.

All those women are right. I am a selfish person. All I am after is money, but look where that gets me. Abused and locked up.

I should have