DAY 10
SHEANNE
10 days, 10 days on the hands of this insane abductor.
I don't know but, I think Ariela is starting to give way to depression. She stopped talking since we moved to a new house, and she ate very little. I can also feel her tossing right and left every night.
And she's suffering from a cold too.
Every time Tyler sends us food, I'm itching to yell at him every curse word I know of, and how shameless he is to trap an innocent young girl. But I can't. I may have been so courageous back then to shout at him and tell him to kill me, but now, I can't. I fear that Ariela will be affected if I act so recklessly. And I can't afford to hurt her. She's been hurt enough.
"Are you still cold?" I asked Ariela as I approach her. I tried to feel her head but she waved my hand away. I just sighed and went to my side of bed.
"I don't wanna die." Ariela's hoarse voice broke the silence inside the room.
"You're not going to die sweety." I told her before hugging her back. "No one's going to die."
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Lunatic
Mystery / ThrillerHe's Tyler. He has a certain mental illness that makes him think that what he does is utterly right. He kills women to 'save' them. He's been the cause of death of too many women already and he seeks for more to 'save'. That is, until he met Sheanne...
