“Relax, honey,” She walked to the right of the bed and put down the tray on top of the nightstand I hadn’t noticed before.

“Relax? You’re some crazy bitch who tied me to this bed!” I yell, struggling again.

“No need to be afraid. We’ll take good care of you.”

“My baby isn’t even due for another 6 months, you won’t be able to keep me here for that long!” Someone has to notice me gone. The woman shrugs and sits on the bed, by my legs. She touches my belly, and I wished I could punch her in the face, but I’m powerless.

“You’re young. You don’t want a baby. Denny and I are old, we can’t have babies.”

“Not my problem. Let me go!”

“And I thought Denny had no common sense,” She says. “Honey, everything around here is locked. The windows have bars and there are no phones. Even if I let you go, you’re not leaving. That baby will be ours.” She gets up and smiles at me. She exits and locks the door behind her.

I look at the horrible food to my right and try to figure out a way to escape.