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Annalise
I let out a sigh. "What, do I get my freedom back if I say yes and marry you?" I asked, staring out the window. "If so, that's not freedom. That's imprisonment. Forced to marry someone who I don't want to marry just so that I can go places and see my family again, but still have to come home to someone I don't want to be with." I was frustrated with my situation. "I didn't get kidnapped for any reason other than to be sold for money." I said to him.

Annalise
I let out a sigh. "As much as you would like go believe it, you and I both know that you're never going to be able to trust me and that I will never trust you." I said. I set the bottle of Vodka down before walking over to the bed. I climbed into it, pulling the blankets up to my chin, I rolled over so that my back was to him and so that I was looking at the wall.

Annalise

I woke up the next morning, no hangover. I was still expecting this to be a dream, and to wake up on the cold ground, surrounded by thousands of girls. I climbed out of the bed and went to the bathroom before walking down the stairs to the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of coffee before walki g over to the table and sitting down.

Annalise
"wha t is on the agenda today?" I asked. I honestly didn't care, but I figured I should atleast ask and see if he would tell me. If he thought that I was going to have sex with him today, then he was in for a rude awakening.

Annalise
"Frenchtoast sounds kinda good," I said to him. I chewed on my lip before taking a another sip of coffee. I didn't remember much about our conversation from last night other than him asking me if I was okay. I didn't know if I was even going to try and escape, or if I should just stay. I knew it would take me a long time to get through the woods, if I made it that far.

Annalise
I looked at him and laughed slightly. "I don't get hangovers. I'm half German half Irish. That word doesn't even exist in my vocabulary," I told him. I was waiting for him to turn on me. To prove to me that he was just playing this game, to gett me comfortable and then yank it out from under me.

Annalise
I rolled my eyes at his compliment. "Flattery will get you nowhere with me." I informed him, taking a sip of my coffee. "Definetly bacon," I said when he asked me about the meat.

Annalise
I looked at him and laughed slightly. "I never said you weren't, I was just saying, that flattery will get you nowhere with me. " I informed him. I stood up and walked to the kitchen. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Annalise
I looked at him. "I'm Not blonde ya know." I said to him, watching as he fixed the plates. "You're not a nice person, your a bad person, pretending to be nice to try and cover up his true intentions. If you were nice, you wouldn't be keeping me here, you would have let me go." I said. "Nice people don't keep slaves. Not saying that I am one, but you seem to be under the impression that at some point I'm going to fuck you and then marry you. When I assure you, that is not gonna happen. Not willingly anyway." I took a sip of my coffee. I wasn't stupid, I knew that he wasn't a nice person. Not with his whole "If you survive," speech from when I first met him.

Annalise
" What I want is to go home. To have my life back." I said to him. "Without being anyone's wife or sex slave. " I said before taking a bite of my food. I don't know who this man thuought he was, but I sure as he'll didn't want to be with him for the rest of my life.