How did this crazy man put such a tall pole in his room? And again, as I glanced around the room my zest for life suddenly disappeared. I groaned softly as I felt pain all over my body when I tried to move.
This place was no longer worthy of being called a room. Water was pooling everywhere, a foul smell that I didn't know where it came from. Chad, I didn't think was a crazy person, but just seeing him was enough to made me shudder and choose death over dealing with him.
"Did you call Jenna?" the man asked. I nodded weakly. I couldn't move my body. It was cold... I couldn't stand it. "Why didn't she come too?"
"I told you she wasn't in Eastonville, Chad. Please let me go. I can get her back here if you let me go," I begged. He leaned closer and cupped my cheek, until I could taste something slightly salty and rancid on my tongue. Pain.
