Chapter 21

On the morning of our fourth day in Frank's camp, Frank himself finally comes to visit us. When he pulls the tent flaps aside, Naomi cringes, and Melissa and Tobe both start to cry. He doesn't look at any of them though; he walks straight over to me, and crouches down in front of me.

"How are we feeling?"

He has to already know the answer to that. I can finally see out of my left eye again, but I'm sure it's still black. I have two swollen and broken fingers on my left hand, and my ribcage, back, and legs are riddled with footprint-shaped bruises. It hurts every time I move, but I refuse to show him that pain; he'll just get off on it.

I'm not going to answer, and he knows that. It's the same question he's asked me several times over the last three days, and I've never answered. I don't think he really expects me too, but he always asks anyways. Every time he checks in on us, which is several times a day.

He doesn't usually stay long. He just comes in and tests me before leaving again