Chapter 11
Eleven
Why did this man call him sweet boy? Was he being sincere? Or was this a ruse to convince him to follow their orders?
It seemed likely it was the last option. He’d seen how the others acted around the stranger. They listened to his every word like little soldiers. It was the same with the people she had in the house.
He wouldn’t be fooled again.
They might have stopped his actions the first time, but he was prepared to do whatever it took to not be trapped again.
Though… they did offer to get him a collar. His had been gone when he’d woken up. Since it never came off, he felt naked without it.
And then there were all the people around. Why had the man taken him to that room? They’d all stared at him with curious eyes.
He knew what happened when people were curious.
Shaking away the thought, he curled tighter into a ball in the closet. He’d stay there as long as he could. It wouldn’t be forever though. Soon he’d need to use the restroom. And eventually they’d want him to eat.
His plan was to hold out as long as he could. Death by starvation would suck, but it was better than living in a world built to torment him.
The darkness of the closet played with his emotions. Though he’d slept for hours already, he could feel his body wanting to sink into the comfort of it all over again.
But he knew sleep by medication and sleep by choice weren’t the same.
One was dreamless.
The other was filled with nightmares.