Tick tick tick! The clock ticks every second, its sound echoing in your junk-filled mind. You cursed, looking back at the dusty and moldy ceiling. So hungry, you drag your body closer to the tray of smelly leftovers from yesterday. The disgusting taste just makes you want to vomit. The room was dark with only one light from an old yellow lamp from the ceiling. 

It's been three years since you've been here, in the house of your kidnapper. It's full of trash, smells of mold, and full of cockroaches and rats. That man usually goes to work in the morning, he's Omai, he has a crazy personality, a psychopath and deserves to die. 

You sighed, your ankles were bruised because he abused you yesterday, you couldn't leave the moldy mattress because your feet were chained. The depression, loneliness, fear are no longer there...now it's just a desperation to get through the day.

The door clicked, it was Omai, the psychotic man, who had returned. You crawled out of the yellow line he drew to clearly demarcate your area, just like how he separated you from social life. This damn man. You knelt down and looked at Omai, submitting to him as always.

"Aww, cookies are so obedient, i bought some things for you!"

Omai smiled and giggled, his scary expression stroking your hair. That disgusting nickname again.