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open she found similar items that would be at a normal home, not a cabin in the middle of nowhere.
There were boxes of cereal and crackers, chips and granola bars. Nothing needed to be cooked and she was glad for that since she wasn’t sure how she would cook without a stove, though strangely enough there was a small fridge.
Miley pulled down a granola bar and bag of chips. Though it wasn’t the healthiest of meals, she was hungry and did not quite care. Four cupboards later, Miley had discovered the bowls and the cups.
She pulled down what she needed and then dumped some contents of chips into her bowl. Looking into the small fridge, Miley found a bottle of juice, which would suit her fancy and put the cup back away.
With everything she wanted in her hands she wound her way around the kitchen and into the small living room. She could hear the two men fighting outside the door but was too afraid to go back out there and ask why. After she finished her granola bar it had become silent.
She slowly ate her chips, listening for the existence of anyone outside. It had been nearly an hour when she could no longer hear either of the men outside. Knowing if she was going to have a chance to escape it would only be a small one… Miley quickly ran off to the kitchen grabbed another drink and raced to the door.
Yanking it open she was surprised when she did not find a man standing before it. Her feet could not move quickly enough as she shut the door behind her and raced to the edge of the deck.
“What do you think you are doing?” The voice of one of the men asked.
Miley froze. Whipping around to the sound, she smiled innocently at the man. “Uh…” She paused. “I was just bringing you a drink… thought you might be thirsty…” She said cautiously.
The man had stood and was now only a mere feet from her. His head was cocked slightly to the right listening to her.
“Oh, well thank you.” He said surprised.
“You’re welcome.” Miley smiled. “You are… Nick or …” She began but he quickly interrupted.
“Nick.” He said.
“Oh well, here you go Nick ,” she said sweetly holding the unopened bottle of juice up to him.
“Thanks.” He said accepting the bottle.
“Do you mind if I sit with you…” Miley paused “it’s boring inside… alone.”
Nick looked around anxiously, and then shrugged his shoulders, “Sure.”
Miley smiled and walked over to the swing which Nick had occupied. She curled herself up and turned to stare at him. What was it about these men that was so different than other men?
“So…” Miley said cautiously.
“Why are you here?” Nick asked cutting to the chase.
Miley looked away, she was considering not talking to this man. He was one of the guards that had brought her after all and he was a big and burly scary man… but she was scared. She wanted to go home, well that was a lie. She did not want to go home, this place was too beautiful.
“Work” was all she said. It was a slight whisper and Nick wasn’t even sure she had said anything.
“Hmmm.” He replied. “What do you do?” He continued.
Miley clamped her mouth shut and looked around at the scenery. What had she done wrong in her life to be held prisoner for doing who knew what?
“What did I do?” She finally snapped back at him.
Taken aback Nick sucked in a breath. He was about to speak when Cain walked back up. “Well…” Cain smirked. “What do we have here?”
“Uh Cain…” Nick muttered. “It’s not like it looks.”
Cain chuckled; he knew the guard was trying to get answers even if he was using the charm that he really did not possess. “Sure you were. Now,” Cain said stepping up to the deck. “Miley, you need to get back inside. Dinner will be here shortly and we don’t want anyone to have a conniption about you being out and about…” Cain said gently holding out a hand to her.
Miley nodded and silently stood up on her own. She did not accept the man’s hand, instead
There were boxes of cereal and crackers, chips and granola bars. Nothing needed to be cooked and she was glad for that since she wasn’t sure how she would cook without a stove, though strangely enough there was a small fridge.
Miley pulled down a granola bar and bag of chips. Though it wasn’t the healthiest of meals, she was hungry and did not quite care. Four cupboards later, Miley had discovered the bowls and the cups.
She pulled down what she needed and then dumped some contents of chips into her bowl. Looking into the small fridge, Miley found a bottle of juice, which would suit her fancy and put the cup back away.
With everything she wanted in her hands she wound her way around the kitchen and into the small living room. She could hear the two men fighting outside the door but was too afraid to go back out there and ask why. After she finished her granola bar it had become silent.
She slowly ate her chips, listening for the existence of anyone outside. It had been nearly an hour when she could no longer hear either of the men outside. Knowing if she was going to have a chance to escape it would only be a small one… Miley quickly ran off to the kitchen grabbed another drink and raced to the door.
Yanking it open she was surprised when she did not find a man standing before it. Her feet could not move quickly enough as she shut the door behind her and raced to the edge of the deck.
“What do you think you are doing?” The voice of one of the men asked.
Miley froze. Whipping around to the sound, she smiled innocently at the man. “Uh…” She paused. “I was just bringing you a drink… thought you might be thirsty…” She said cautiously.
The man had stood and was now only a mere feet from her. His head was cocked slightly to the right listening to her.
“Oh, well thank you.” He said surprised.
“You’re welcome.” Miley smiled. “You are… Nick or …” She began but he quickly interrupted.
“Nick.” He said.
“Oh well, here you go Nick ,” she said sweetly holding the unopened bottle of juice up to him.
“Thanks.” He said accepting the bottle.
“Do you mind if I sit with you…” Miley paused “it’s boring inside… alone.”
Nick looked around anxiously, and then shrugged his shoulders, “Sure.”
Miley smiled and walked over to the swing which Nick had occupied. She curled herself up and turned to stare at him. What was it about these men that was so different than other men?
“So…” Miley said cautiously.
“Why are you here?” Nick asked cutting to the chase.
Miley looked away, she was considering not talking to this man. He was one of the guards that had brought her after all and he was a big and burly scary man… but she was scared. She wanted to go home, well that was a lie. She did not want to go home, this place was too beautiful.
“Work” was all she said. It was a slight whisper and Nick wasn’t even sure she had said anything.
“Hmmm.” He replied. “What do you do?” He continued.
Miley clamped her mouth shut and looked around at the scenery. What had she done wrong in her life to be held prisoner for doing who knew what?
“What did I do?” She finally snapped back at him.
Taken aback Nick sucked in a breath. He was about to speak when Cain walked back up. “Well…” Cain smirked. “What do we have here?”
“Uh Cain…” Nick muttered. “It’s not like it looks.”
Cain chuckled; he knew the guard was trying to get answers even if he was using the charm that he really did not possess. “Sure you were. Now,” Cain said stepping up to the deck. “Miley, you need to get back inside. Dinner will be here shortly and we don’t want anyone to have a conniption about you being out and about…” Cain said gently holding out a hand to her.
Miley nodded and silently stood up on her own. She did not accept the man’s hand, instead
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