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DAY FOUR
I gave some serious thought to my schematic, but decided not to change things. Because I knew words and actions meant two different things. It is easy to claim you are not afraid to die, but when faced with that reality, one would certainly have a change of heart. Besides, I had seen the fear she was denying. And if one really wanted to kill themselves, they’d find a way. My own close encounters with death were not due to my actions. I had hoped they would complete my life here, but somehow it never worked out. And I now believed that if I do bring death upon myself, I would never be able to get to the other side. The other side, in my mind, was a place where only those who valued life could continue their afterlife journey. I brought Rachel’s breakfast in the fourth morning of her captivity.
“Good morning, sunshine!” I shouted sarcastically. “How was your night?” She didn’t answer. I asked again hoping she’d learned her lesson the first time about not responding. Yet, she remained silent. I noticed she hadn’t eaten her dinner, either. My prisoner was proving to be quite obstinate, but that only added an additional challenge for me. I would have to work on making her angry, build from the inside.
“You know, I must say...I’ve been watching the news and there have been no reports of a missing woman. Don’t you have anyone who cares about you? No one has even noticed you missing. It’s really pathetic.” She answered, again without emotion, “Mr. Richards, your mind games won’t work with me. I’m not a real person anymore. You’re speaking to a shell, a body with no feelings. I don’t care about anyone and no
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