Karla struggled against the ropes that tied her to a chair, which she believed was a better promotion, than the dirty floor. Though, she just wanted to return home to her mother and the twins.
Her ears picked up on the sound of the door to the basement being opened, which only meant that her companion had returned, with his absurd bullshit.
"You awake?." He asked, in his arms a steamed apple pie?.
"I baked you a pie." Said kidnapper added, dropping the plate before her, her hands still tied behind her back.
{There's something wrong with this knot, it's like each frickin time I untie it, it knots itself back.} Though, that sounded unlikely, it was as it appeared to be.
"What?. You think I'd poison you?." He teased, pushing the pie closer to her, expecting her to use her face to eat out of it. But the woman who hadn't had a bite to eat since last night, refused to budge.
