Until at night the cellar door finally opened. Alexa came and stood smiling while carrying food for me.
"Alexa, please help let me go!" I cried and begged.
But Alexa only laughed. She grabbed my hair and yanked it back. "I’ll let you go... but first, you have to kiss my feet," she chuckled.
"You're crazy! I'm not willing to go that low. I'd rather die here!" I yelled, but Alexa stuffed my mouth with the food she brought.
"How does this stale food taste? This food is perfect for trash like you. You have to finish it, Gisella!" Alexa said, startling me.
I rebelled and refused the food. Eventually, all the food spilled out.
I felt nauseous looking at the scattered food. I suddenly threw up and hit Alexa's clothes.
"Gisella, did you do it on purpose?" asked Alexa irritably, pulling on my collar.
I shook my head, but I was surprised when Alexa pulled my face to smell the vomit.
"Taste that disgusting stuff!" said Alexa.
I cried after getting her treatment. However, I was surprised again when Alexa splashed hot water on my face.
"No need to be sad anymore, I helped clean it up," Alexa replied with a chuckle.
Before she left me, Alexa stepped on my shackled foot.
I screamed, my bones cracking.