12. SAVED

AUBREY

Hell.

This was hell like nothing I had ever seen. I had been starved before, in my foster parents' home after I came out from the orphanage, but never like this. I did not know how long it was now, but I was barely awake.

When I had first entered this place, I thought I would die in no time. If not from hunger, from the ghosts of the many skulls and bones that littered the basement floor. He was really a murderer. Just how many people had he killed this way?

I sang songs to my daughter every once in a while and hoped that she felt my love. I mean, maybe I was being dramatic, but sometimes I could see my death staring at me in the face.

No one had come to visit me since the incident. It was like they all purposely left me here to rot. I had totally forgotten about the order to not use garlic and onions, but after this incident, if they let me live, I would never forget it anymore.

I wondered if he had recovered already… What if… What if I had killed him?

He was a murderer anyway