It took a while, but I eventually processed everything and summoned up the courage to ask him if what he was saying was true.

“Are you playing with me now?”

He looked back at me, annoyed and with bloodshot eyes like I was beginning to make no sense, and it angered him.

“I'm not fucking playing. I don't have time for that.”

“So, why am I locked in here then?”

“Because I'm going to mend, bend and fuck you into submission, and it can only happen here.”

“I want to talk to my parents.”

“You won't be doing that today, princess. Let it go.”

“When did all of this happen?...