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"Shut up and start talking " Carl snaps angrily at him. I don't want to feel pity but I do.
"Can I talk to him?" I ask the men in the room" alone " I add when they don't make a move.
I want to know where the roses come from without my dad knowing someone is threatening me.
"Of course not"
"No"
Carl and dad snap simultaneously. They fear he may harm me if they left us alone.
"Tie him up then," I tell them because I know they won't budge and they finally agree after much contemplation.
"I am right behind that door," Carl says softly pointing to the bathroom door.
Does he care for me or he feels obligated to because of the arrangement?
"Are you willing to talk now?" I crouch down to his level looking at his bare body on the floor, hands and legs bound.
Looking at his teary face, I feel bad for him but then I remember what he did to them and him pointing a gun at me.
He only had to pull the trigger and I would be writhing in pain on the floor.