you struggle against your bonds once more as you have done thousands off times before. They won't budge. You think it's been about 2 weeks since Lola kidnapped you but there's no way off telling. Tears start welling up in your eyes again as another wave off realisation washes over you. Hey sweetie, I'm back from work. comes lolas voice from upstairs. She walks down the steps until she stands infront off you. She's a young, short girl with piggy tails and glasses. Upon seeing you she frowns and wipes your tears away Awww, don't cry. You know I hate to see you cry. her gaze wanders to your wrists that are bruised from struggling against the rope Oh no! Have you been struggling again? I've told you not to do that! Don't you see that you're hurting yourself you poor thing?