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“Are those the sahtstand next to your bed?”

“Yes, they—” I stop short, realizing he could have done so to my pills “Evan, you couldn’t have”

“It’s called a placebo They looked identical to the real thing, didn’t they?”

“Sos Evan charges around to the side of the bed and shoves so as it hits the back of my throat

“There’s no one on the island, but I’ to break free of the ropes, but it’s useless A sardonic grin crosses his face and whatever he’s thinking, I know it’s not good “I think we should get down to so, what do you think?”

Before opening my eyes, I strainperfectly still for what seems like an eternity, I determine Evan isn’t in the rooer tied over ht shines frorateful for Evan’s laziness There is a sh light to see once I’htly, I pull the chain to see if there are enough links to walk to the bathrooet out of bed

Pulling e of the bed, I atteth and collapse face first onto the floor Fuck, I need toonto my side, I slowly crawl across the cold wood floor until I reach the toilet After a few atteet myself situated

Sitting here, I try to think How the fuck aet out of here? I pray Chase doesn’t believe ht we had, I’m not so sure God, why didn’t I just call him?

Finishing, I lean on the sink, trying to stand My legs are weak, but they’re keeping ood look at ht eye puffy and swollen My lips are split, covered in dry blood I look like shit, and it mirrors how I feel Afraid at what I’ll see, I look down at my body I can’t find a place that doesn’t have a bruise, especially the insides of s

I start to sob and grip the roots of hts, praying so, I yell untilbut a whisper

Falling to the floor, I lay here, frozen, filled with incapacitating hopelessness By the time anyone finds me, I’ll either be knocked up or dead I should just let Evan do whatever he wants and if I’m lucky, maybe he’ll kill me The pain is too much to bear, I just want it over

As I lay on the floor, ins to wander, and I think about Chase I’ive up on hihts out ofout of here

Slowly, I walk back to the bed With the little bit of light in the roo it from my wrists to where it’s attached to the bed If I can soet the hell out of here

I feel around, finding the chain attached to soht iron frame As hard as I could pull, I would never be able to break that The rope, however, is a different story If I can find so to loosen the knot, I can slither my wrists from the noose around them

Following the light back to the bathroo and turning as I go Back and forth, over and over, using all th But no matter how much I rub, how much I twist, the knot holds steadfast