Abandoned

After three years of captivity in the shed, escape should be freedom…but it wasn't. I merely went from one prison to another, and in some ways, the shed was protecting me from what was really out there. Out there where the sun shines and the air smells fresh, it's just another prison, but this time I'm not alone. Everyone is looking for a way out. The punishment for trying to escape is death, but the punishment for staying…is also death. I was determined to find a way out, but with little food and no water, I knew there was a good possibility I'd starve. Sin had no answers to any of my questions, but I continued to follow him. For hope…he's all I had. And because I thought I couldn't survive without this cocky, domineering bastard. I also thought I loved him. There were moments of tenderness, and after three years of solitary confinement, I longed for his touch. What I do know is: Desperation is ugly. The truths behind the desperation are uglier. The reasons for everything that's happening are completely and utterly disturbing.