'Have you tried escaping?' I asked and stood up from the bed.
'I have been here six years; I have birthed three children, and this is my fourth. I have tried escaping a million and one times but I get beat up and choked to the point of death every time.'
'If he's in a really bad mood, he starves me. I don't think I want to go through any of that ever again, so I'll stay here until he lets me go. Which is very unlikely.' She went back into the shadow, but I could see her more clearly.
'Six years? Who is this guy?' I asked.
'Dr. Pratt Jacob.'
I had no idea who that was. Jacob was a name I didn't hear so much but whenever I did, the bearer was always something.
'Jacob? Who is that? Some sort of psychopath?' I asked.
'He is your therapist. I know you don't remember so much now but it will all come back to you with time.'
