It had been a week since Keegan had taken you. A week away from your family and friends. Your boyfriend too.

Keegan kept you in his basement, checking in on you every so often to feed you. You just wanted to go home. You wanted to be free.

You heard the stairs creak as he was coming down to see you again. You didn’t want to look. It made it too real.

He crouched down in front of you, placing the plate of food on the floor and staring at you for a bit. “They don’t care about you.” He said.