Amelia's POV.
Mark.
His name was Mark. Every few hours he would get me food and water, sneak me out of the cell to use the bathroom.
Each time I asked why he was being kind to me, he wouldn't reply.
"I would have given you clothes," He said to me. "But that would be too obvious."
"Why are you helping me? I need to know."
"I'm not going to take advantage of you."
That's exactly what someone who would take advantage of me would say. I didn't voice my thoughts, opting to watch him quietly.
Perhaps it was hunger that blinded my eyes, but I started to get adjusted to the dark cell. Mark looked no older than me, even though he was huge and tall. I figured he could have be older, there was no way for me to know.
Today he gave me a rice dish that had bits of chicken and broccoli. I hat
