I am tied to the bed in the master bedroom of the otherwise entirely barren house and abandoned. My screams and cries go unheard. By the third day, when I think I’m finally about to die due to dehydration, the door finally opens.April and Hendrix saunter inside.“Oh, my back hurts,” she moans, putting a hand on her back, “he had so much pend up frustration…. I shouldn’t have let him go so long without.”My mouth feels dry and my throat cracked. I want to ask for water but I can’t. My lips threaten to crack and bleed if I open my mouth.April sits on the side of the bed and smiles at me. She puts a hand on my stomach and says, “Nothing can happen to my beautiful baby.”Then Hendrix walks over holding a thermos and puts it to my lips. I can smell whatever’s inside and it’s vile. I want to protest but too fast he pours it into my throat.Although—even starving—I can taste its rancid flavour, I let myself swallow it because my alternative is choking.I gag, though, wanting it to stop but
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