I stood by the kitchen cabinet, a knife in my hands and some vegetables on the tray which I chopped, in preparation for our dinner tonight.While I still lived on my own and paid Nelson only visits, he never allowed me to cook. He hated to see me in the kitchen, or at least, that was how he made it seem, but since living with him, I had to start cooking up some nice dishes, mostly for myself. He still didn't care to eat all the time from me, but I knew I couldn't survive on takeout all the time, and I loved to cook too, so it wasn't much of a chore.It had been a week and two days in Nelson’s house, and these days were by far the worst I'd ever had. I was not allowed to go out for any reason, because he always speculated that I would escape, and he was right about that. No one in their right mind would see an escape route and decide to remain in the dungeon.For the meals I cooked, Nelson did the grocery shopping; the house supplies, toiletries, and every household item were shopped
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