"You gotta eat,” man number two,—handed me the plate stuffed with food.
There was a piece of roast chicken breast graced with green vegetables, fried potatoes, and slices of fruit. My stomach grumbled. It had been two days. I refused to eat because they wouldn’t let me out. Asher didn’t make the situation any better because he didn’t show up from that incident in the room. I was so scared that I balled my body as I pressed myself further down the pillow. Fear of what he might do to me overtook my senses. I could only shriek in surprise when the door loudly shut, breaking the painful silence in the room. I had cried myself to sleep.
“What’s your name?” I asked him. The guy who carried me back to the cabin.
“Arden,” he said in a clipped tone. I nodded.
“Arden,” I repeated.
Before I cou
