Meeting Fixina

Ramona hadn't slept. Well, how could she?. Sleep wasn't going to do her any good. She had to leave this beautiful place, that reeked with danger.

At least, because He came to check up on her that morning.

The room was silent, suffocating. The luxurious sheets did nothing to bring her comfort. She had spent the entire night sitting against the headboard, knees drawn to her chest, mind spiraling. Every escape plan she conjured fell apart before she could even entertain it.

The door was locked. The windows were sealed shut. She had nothing—no phone, no weapon, no one looking for her.

For the first time in a long time, she felt completely alone.

Her stomach ached from hunger. She was really hungry, but she ignored it.

Survival was more important than food.

But, something wasn't clear to her, no matter how much she thought about it.

Why didn't he kill her last night?.

A knock at the door.

Ramona's heart leapt into her throat.