Tricia POV I walked out of the kitchen to the living room and could see Morgan eating a snack. He stared at me, smiling, and when I asked him for the way he got the snack, I got a scornful response. "I would like to prepare something," I said while he kept smiling. "I got it from a vendor," he said when I didn't stop questioning him. I asked if he had gotten anything for me but his response was a scornful laugh. Morgan reminded me of the rules in the list. I didn't believe it was real. It was a form of torture. Morgan looked at a couch, and I took my seat, watching him as he ate. My stomach grumbled, but I kept my eyes on Morgan. Minutes later, he threw a snack at me and then got up. "I kept a drink in the little fridge over there." With that, he walked away. I stared at him as he left, thinking of the kind of man he was. Does he expect me to follow those stupid rules of his? Slowly, I walked to the small fridge and got the drink. It was my favorite. I haven't drunk it since
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