Beau.
Pain and anger.
For weeks, I am kept in the dark.
No food.
No water.
No Alanis.
My eyes haven't been able to stay open for longer than five minutes. I have been too weak to struggle, to attempt to find an escape from this. I don't have a sense of time, I sleep—or rather, I pass out and then wake up. It is a cycle. I haven't seen anyone since I was kept here.
Not a single person.
I don't know what he wants from me, if he wanted to kill me, he would've done it already. There must be a reason why I am here. Why he has kept me for so long. For the first time since he brought me here, I feel Alanis. His heartbeat. I haven't felt him since.
He is okay.
