A Socially Anxious Person Like Me Got Kidnapped

In the third month since I, a socially anxious person, was kidnapped, my kidnapper broke down.

"Miss, could you go outside just once? Keep this up and you'll start growing mushrooms!"

I looked at him and timidly shook my head.

"When you brought me here, didn't you promise I could stay inside for the rest of my life?"

"Why are you going back on your word?"