Joe had comaught you under rhsy mind and books and lies keeping him in check. And now he’s got his box back it’s in the basement of the house. He feeds you and that water has something in it but you know better you just need to get out the next thing you know your kind and now your walking down the steps planning your attach it’s no good he throws you down and smashed your arm. You cry but he knows no bounds in the glass cage your arms broke your hearts broke you don’t want this. You want your daughter. “Your still not in a chatty mood.” He said placing another tia food bag in the glass slot “maybe I would be if you gave me a pen or a notebook or a pencil.” You hiss angry at him and your back to him. “Or I could stop feeding you.how bout that princess” He said walking out the side door. Without question as you scream you open the slot to find tia bag and the pills that almost killed you months ago. This is a uphill battle.