90. The pain

SARAH COX

I have been here for weeks, unable to get out and sad. Mark locks me every time he wants to go out and it would have been better if he doesn't tie me to a chair but he believes I'd come up with a means to escape which was true.

I wanted to go home. I was tired. I wanted to kill myself too but each time I think of dying, I remember that I was yet to apologize to my parents so I couldn't die just yet.

The door opened and Mark walked in with an ebony-haired lady. She was tall as she stood at the same height as Mark without heels on.

Her face was marked win a frantic expression the minute she saw me. Could I blame her? I looked like a rag.

I barely took my bath or changed my clothes and anytime I took my bath, Mark took them for me as he feared I'd run away.

He was a monster. I never knew and I ran away with him and this is the consequence of my actions.

"Who is she?" Asked the ebony-haired lady in a deep British accent.

"Her," Mark pointed at me before he scoffed.

"She's nothi