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Missing

She dreamt of Jarrod. She heard his voice in her head. She could feel his displeasure, his comfort, his hands stroking her hair. One time in her sleep, he held her hand and held it to his face. He said he missed her. However when she woke up, he was gone.

How long had she been down here? A week, a month, a year? She was too drowsy to tell. She didn’t even eat yet, and she hadn’t felt hungry in a while. Whatever it was they were injecting her with, it seemed to deprive her of hunger. Maybe Tessa really was right; she’d probably rot down here and no one would ever know.

Except Samantha.

Samantha would know. Samantha easily gets suspicious at the slightest thing. She probably hadn’t heard from her and was now rallying the whole police force. At least that is what Lolita chose to believe.

“Hey, baby.”

Lolita exhaled sharply as the luminous figure before her materialized. It was delusional to see him here, right before her, but she’d prefer to feed her delusions than live in the