He fed her little by little. Her hands were tied behind her back. He was always there, watching her.
She was scared. He fed her. He never left her. She always fell asleep, then woke up to find him there, watching her.
She wished she never went to the police. She wished she never decided to live here.
Most of all, she wished she was dead.
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100 Yellow Roses
Short Story*Completed/editing* He's obsessed, she's scared. Sent 100 yellow roses to profess his love, or rather, his infatuation.... The wrong kind of love. *Awesome cover by @mayliemerlin Highest rank: #69 in Short Story
