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passages to recite every day.
    The camera was at the top of the stairs, watching me, making sure that I did my duties in my cage. If I didn’t, then the bread and water wouldn’t be given to me.
    My bucket would never be emptied and I would never leave.
    That was what I wanted, I didn't want to leave. Because if anyone was going to hell, I wanted to make sure it was them. For locking me in the cage, not like their only daughter, but like an animal.
     

Chapter Twelve
    Carl
     
    I was on a high when I got to school the next day. The idea that I would only see Michelle at school was enough for me. More than enough, after what we had experienced yesterday. I just couldn’t get out of my mind how much we had changed and developed as a couple.
    I felt in control of not only her body, but my mind too. Up until now, I had been pushed around by my mom and even worse by her dad. I was told what to do, because it looked good, not because it was what I actually wanted. Now that football season was coming to an end and even better I had an offer that was sent in the mail, life was looking pretty rosy. Especially knowing that I would be spending my time working towards a future, not for Mom, Dad or even the small town. They loved the idea that I would go on to be a sporting hero to put our small town on the map. But that wasn’t what was needed. A change was needed for this town to come out of its stupid ways and move on with the modern times. Children were treated like dogs, trained and automatically expected to obey.
    I saw Faith as we were going into Art History class.
    “Hey, where’s Michelle?”
    She was usually either with Faith or Harmony, her two best friends. At least that was how it appeared on the surface. One was the other priest’s daughter and the other was his niece. They were considered the good girls of Stowe Peak, the ones that no one wanted to hang around for fear that they may say something to their dad or uncle and be punished by the church.
    I had gotten to know them the last few weeks through Michelle and found out that they were nothing like that at all.
    “I don’t know. Mr. Harris said that she was sick, but she looked well enough to me yesterday. I’m going to go there after school.”
    Sick?
    Faith was talking about her being well at school. I had seen her last night and she’d been more than well.
    I wondered how it would work out while I was away at college, if she would wait for me, or if she would get fed up with the distance?
    There was so much that needed to be sorted out before the day, but for now I wanted to see her and if she wasn’t in school, then it made it impossible.
    “Right, let me know how she looks, what she feels like after school. I’m worried.”
    She smiled, knowing that Michelle and I were more than just friends. I knew that she had told them both as I had done with my best friends.
    “Sure, I’ll call you. Don’t worry.”
    She put a reassuring hand on my arm, before the teacher walked in and we had to take our places. Today, I didn't feel like being in Art History. Today, everything that was taught didn’t even go in one ear. I just wanted to know if Michelle was safe and, until that time, nothing else mattered at all.
     
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
    Michelle
     
     
    “Michelle, if you don’t eat then you’ll be sick.”
    I looked up to see Mom in the room, hoping that for once, she would come down and see how awful this was and she wouldn’t allow him to do it to me. She would show some humanity. After all, I was her daughter. I felt so nauseated, I didn’t have any sense of time.
    Was it the same night?
    Was it another day?
    I didn’t understand why he’d come into my room. What had made him enter? He never came into my room.
    I pulled the chain for the light and looked at the top of the stairs. There was no food, so it must have been the same night.
    “You need to read at the sound of the chime, but you’ve been sleeping all day.”
    Day?
    A whole day had