20: Mae

While I was still pacing around, the door handle turned and a woman walked in with a tray in hand. It was the same woman from the last time I was in this room. It was the maid bringing my meal.

She paused when she saw that it was me she was about to serve. I could read the thoughts of her mind through her expression. She was sad to see me again, in this same room, not coming to help her but rather back without a choice.

Normally in a situation like this, I would feel ashamed but I wasn't. No, I wasn't ashamed, I was just hurt, and angry too. I was hurt that I had told her I would get help for her and the other girls but came back to possibly be one of them. And then, I was angry. I was angry at Omar. I was angry at Leo. I was angry at my fucked up self.

"I told you it was impossible to escape," she dropped the dish tray on the bed and came to me with a smile.

"I'm sorry," I felt the need to apologize.

"Don't do that. I knew your plan to leave here wouldn't be successful but I decided