Jasper flashed his torch into the very dark room but couldn't find anyone.
"Are you sure she's in here?" He asked Thomas who stood beside the door.
"Of course, he's been using this room ever since I can remember to lock up his girls," He cautiously walked into the room and flashed his torch around.
"Julia? It's me," Thomas called out.
Jasper slowly walked in behind Thomas and almost threw up from the foul smell that reeked from the room. How can someone live in a room with no window or A.C., no ventilation of any sort? Mr. Glen is a master of disguise, pretending to be a loving father on the surface, but deep down, he's a monster.
"I don't think she's here," Jasper said.
"Shh! Did you hear that?" Thomas asked, slowly moving toward a tiny wardrobe that was almost negligible in the tiny room.
*Sniff, sob*
Jasper heard someone quietly sobbing behind the closed wardrobe.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!