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From that day on, I never saw Jack again.
I didn’t plan to sit and wait for death.
On the third day of my imprisonment, I used a chair to break the window and jumped from the second floor. I was injured and caught.
All the sturdy furniture in the room was removed.
I gritted my teeth and tried to bang my head against the wall, to bite my tongue, but all ended in failure.
Jack had people guarding the door and installed cameras in the room. As soon as I made any movement, people from outside would rush in to restrain me.
Perhaps afraid that I would be bored, he had Tommy come in to keep me company every
day.
Tommy had changed from his previous arrogant behavior, nervously standing in front of me, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
At first, I ignored him.
He didn’t dare to come close to me either, silently building with his blocks in the corner.
The blocks would pile up high, lose balance, and crash down.
Tommy would tirelessly continue to build them up again, over and over.
I lay on the bed, annoyed by the sound of his blocks.
So I sat up and stared at him coldly.
“Bring the blocks over here.”
Tommy’s eyes lit up, and he scurried over with all the blocks.
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“Bring the blocks over here.”
Tommy’s eyes lit up, and he scurried over with all the blocks.
His arms were too small, and several blocks scattered on the ground. He trembled as he bent down to pick them up.
“You used to build blocks with me all the time Tommy said, presenting the blocks to me as if seeking approval.
“I like building blocks with you.” He blushed, his gaze flickering towards me as he tentatively called out.
“Mommy…”
