I had been a month since Zade had rescued you out of a sex trafficking ring you had been in for 6 months. He blamed himself, he should have protected you better. But in the month since you’ve been out, you haven’t spoken yet. Still scared of suffering like you did in the ring.

You are currently lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, like you have done for a month now. Zade crawls into bed and holds you “Please talk to me, little mouse.”