Chapter 53

Angel's POV

It had been at least a few days since I was kidnapped. The room was constantly freezing, so to keep myself warm, I doubled up on hoodies. Alone the majority of the time, I huddled in the corner amidst the cold darkness, turning off my mind and simply existing as I waited for my dismal future to unfold.

Occasionally, Noah would come in and watch me. It was weird thinking he had seen me naked, but I was more bothered by the fact that the boys had to come in every few hours to empty the bucket I did my business in. It must've taken at least a full day to muster up the courage to use that thing. Every time I did, it filled me with a suffocating sense of shame and degradation.

David made sure I was fed once a day, but it was always just enough to keep me alive. It was usually granola bars or a piece of fruit. His henchmen (since apparently, I was living the damsel in distress of a supervillain movie), Noah and Justin babysat me in shifts.

Today, It was Noah's turn to babysit.