Chapter 29

Anna

He was a psychopath. That's the only conclusion I could draw from the way he acts.

Leaning on the table, cleaning his gun, all while I felt weak and disoriented

The room felt tight, I don't know what date or time it was.

It felt like weeks though. I haven't seen the sun in a while, the only decency he had given me was to be able to use the bathroom but I was followed by one of his workers. A lady.

There was no escape route though, just a right cubicle. The lady was strong muscular and always had a baton. I felt weak whenever I was with her.

Weak and useless.

My throat was parched, and my tongue felt dry.

I muttered, "Thirsty. I am thirsty."

Alex gave me a look then he mockingly laughed, his amusement evident, and he replied, "Sorry, darling, I can't hear you."

I took deep breaths, gathering my strength. "I said I am thirsty."

He looked at me with a twisted grin, saying, "Okay... so? You do know I won't give you anything until you accept my deal."

"Why?" I croaked, my voice