It wasn't long before the stroppy strumpet returned and lobbed a book at my head.
"What's this?" I hissed.
"Be more like her." The woman called, and stormed out.
I look at the projectile. It says Colleen Hoover on it.
"I don't know what a Colleen is." I complain. And go back to wallpapering my cocoon with spit and torn scraps of newspaper.
The pod reads, "Send Help, Mad." If anyone sees it, they will clearly read that my captors are insane. It's my only hope.