The following morning, Victoria opened her eyes and saw that she was no longer in James's room of torture, she was in a different room.
"Good morning my angel." Victoria was startled by the voice, she turned and saw James sitting on a chair close to the bed. He had his legs crossed and he was staring at her.
"It's a good thing you're finally awake, did you sleep well?" James asked with a smile.
"Hmm," Victoria nodded in fear. She wanted to get away from him as fast as possible.
James kept staring at her, with a smile on his face. Victoria felt fear crawl over her as she remembered everything that happened the previous night.
"Would you like something to eat? I know you must be hungry," James asked her.
"Yes please," Victoria rubbed her palm against her belly, "I am famished," she said.
"I will go get you something to eat then," James stood up from the chair he was sitting on.
