The puppet

Inside a pitch-dark room, Sleeping Hazel was woken up by the rustling sound of an iron chain, She winked as her head felt hurt a little.

“Awch,” she said closing her eyes and when she opened them, she was in a dark room.

“Where am I?, am I dead?, am I in my grave?” She asked herself as she stood up to try to look for a place to switch on the light.

Hazel heard the rustle iron chain again for her to look around.

“Where am I?!” She screamed out loud for the door to open and butler Thomas walked into the dark room with a touch light and a plate of meal.

“Thomas, where am I? Please don’t leave” she quickly said to the butler who quickly dropped her food and left.

“How am I supposed to eat in…

The light was put on but it was dim. Hazel looked around as she felt disgusted looking at the room.

“ Alex” she recalled what happened.

“Shit,” Hazel said as she sat down on the cold floor tearing up.

“Is he that angry at her that he locked her up in such a disgusting place,?” Hazel asked herself as