Jeremy could not understand why he failed to truly connect with others. He thought he was pleasant and accommodating. Certainly polite. Yet people ignored him. Even the other members of his bowling team seldom addressed him.
He sat in his living room feeling isolated and unappreciated. He stared at his furniture and sighed. Perhaps this was his fate--alone in a crowd.
Dinner time came and he heated up a bowl of stew and poured some Diet Pepsi into a large cup. He opened a trap door to his basement, flicked on the light and slowly descended.
In the middle of the floor, Mallory sat tied to a chair. Jeremy put down the food and removed her gag. He ruffled her hair and she spit at him, but he dodged it.
Come on, Mal. I bring you dinner and this is how you respond? Open wide. This is nutrition. Must maintain your strength.I brought you Pepsi.
Mallory swallowed and burped. Jeremy reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of Tums. He held one up in front of her.
The least you could do is give me a smile.
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