Twenty seven

BLAKE MORENO POV

Days passed, and I became desperate. It was pathetic but I knew now that Gabrielle was right about everything she said.

With the way things were going, it wouldn't take much for me to fall for her again. For starters I'd come to need her presence and was starting to get addicted to her daily routine- since she was the only one who spoke to me, cleaned me up, and dressed my wounds.

She visited me for just an hour each day, she took care of my feeding- after we fought about it, because I had my own hands and could eat my meals myself! But one thing about Gabrielle was that she always got her way. No matter how much I whined, complained, reasoned, or begged, she did whatever she wanted.

It was like my tantrums as she'd come to term them amused her to no end. She took pleasure in riling me up, and unconsciously, I'd come to crave those visits. I found myself always watching the time imploringly and counting the minutes until she'd come into my room.

She'd also started