Mr. White

it had been a week since Mr. white had taken you from your home one late night, your parents still haven’t come to rescue you from Mr. white it was staring to get to his head.

one early morning as you sat on the springy bed in your cold dark cell you heard Mr. white coming with breakfast as usual. still you haven’t eaten anything he’s given you. he comes into your cell with a trey of water and toast, you push it away just like you’ve done every day this week. Mr. white sighed as he leaned against the doorway “you’ll have to eat something eventually.” he said coldly as if he didn’t care if you ate or not, looking at your pale sickly face ge sighed and came over to sit next to you “I don’t know why they haven’t came yet..I took their kid and yet they don’t care?” he shook his head as he looked over at you “I won’t hurt you or force you to do anything..I just asked one thing. please eat.”

hes taken you from your super hero parents and yet they haven’t came to get you even tho it’s been a week*