• I could just imagine-imagine myself from his clutches. Hi, I'm Trisha. I'm seventeen, I think. I'm not a human. I am a being made from a weird body part that was worked on and something went wrong. My creator, James, has me hostage. One wrong move and I could lose my life. You see, he has something that belongs to me; he has my heart. Every night, I put my hand on my chest where my heart is suppose to be at, but I feel no beating, no pulse. I cry myself to sleep every night hoping that one day, my heart will be where it is suppose to be.