I've had my patience tested before. Multiple times actually, but today, I must have set a new record.

Three days ago, Max left me in–what I would later find out was his room through snooping and boredom–naked and without an ounce of dignity.

Now, I'm facing a stupid brute who keeps on yapping and telling me all about what I can or cannot do.

“You are not allowed to leave this house, Miss Richards”

We are currently at the threshold of the massive house I've been imprisoned in for days, debating a topic that shouldn't even be up for debate in the first place. I look up at him and...