For a week, I have been chained to this bed, enduring Jake’s torments and his degrading acts as I seek to build his trust. I am glad to say that it seems to be working because, last night, he took off the chains and used his glamor to make me submit and not escape.
However, Lexa is losing hope with each passing day, and so am I. We need to get out of here as soon as possible; we have less than three months until our babies are due, and I can’t imagine having them here because I know they will not survive. And neither will I if something happens to them.
At the small dining table, I am trying to cut my food with a fork while wondering if Alisha has eaten anything. The man refuses to let me speak with or see her. I am not even sure she is alive anymore. I worry because last night he came
