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When
I
stopped
she
was
sitting
on
the
bed
looking
at
the
carpet
.
We
didn
’
t
speak
for
what
seemed
a
long
time
.
There
was
just
the
whir
of
the
fan
in
the
outer
cellar
.
I
felt
ashamed
.
All
red
.
"
Do
you
think
you
’
ll
make
me
love
you
by
keeping
me
prisoner
?
"
I
want
you
to
get
to
know
me
.
"
As
long
as
I
’
m
here
you
’
ll
just
be
a
kidnapper
to
me
.
You
know
that
?
"
I
got
up
.
I
didn
’
t
want
to
be
with
her
any
more
.
"
Wait
,
"
she
said
,
coming
towards
me
,
"
I
’
ll
make
a
promise
.
I
understand
.
Really
.
Let
me
go
.
I
’
ll
tell
no
one
,
and
nothing
will
happen
.
"
It
was
the
first
time
she
’
d
given
me
a
kind
look
.
She
was
saying
,
trust
me
,
plain
as
words
.
A
little
smile
round
her
eyes
,
looking
up
at
me
.
All
eager
.
"
You
could
.
We
could
be
friends
.
I
could
help
you
.
"
Looking
up
at
me
there
.
