Zak POV

I had the same routine everyday. I sit chained in the room, Dave would come and check up on me, then Darryl would come in.

We wouldn't really doing anything but I think he's starting to warm up to me. Sometimes we have short conversations and he occasionally sneaks in stuff for me. Most of the time it was food, but sometimes he would bring me things to keep me entertained.

Today he walked in, handed me a book, and sat down. He didn't say anything to me. I opened the book at on the first page I saw, small, neat writing.

It read, "Hope you like this book -Darryl :3"

I smiled at the note and looked up at him. He was looking at his phone smiling at something. I wonder why he's here, he should be in high school with his friends. So why in world would he choose to stay here?

"What are you looking at?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and realized I had been staring at him. "U-Um nothing, I was just-"

"Just don't stare at me." He said, cutting me off, "Please."

I looked down, "Sorry." I mumbled, I started to read my book.

*woosh*

A couple of hours later I heard Darryl get up. I looked at him in curiosity and saw him begin to walk towards me. He pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked my chains.

I slowly stood up and stretched. This was my chance to make a run for it. Should I do it? Or is it too risky?

Before I could decide, I felt a strong grip on my arm. I looked down and saw Darryl holding onto my wrist.

"You're not going anywhere." He said with a smirk. I sighed, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," He replied then he continued to drag me out the door.