'But I can only keep these words bottled up inside. I can't say them out loud.'
Every day, I'm either tied up or being watched.
Trying to escape is practically impossible.
Time flew by, day after day. Before she knew it, the New Year had arrived.
For the New Year, Silly's parents made dumplings at home. Perhaps because they only got to eat them once a year, Silly was all smiles as he carried a steaming bowl over to her.
"Eat, eat!" he said, pointing at the dumplings in the bowl and clapping his hands.
Chloe Marshall didn't stand on ceremony. Her hands were cuffed, which made eating very inconvenient, but she always insisted on feeding herself and not bothering anyone else.
Watching her eat, he sat there with a simple, happy smile on his face, looking exceptionally pleased.
As she was about to finish, she saw he was still sitting there and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
He grinned. "There's no more, wifey. You eat up. I like watching you eat."
