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How spectacular it is to awaken to another doomed day. Morning I should say, but it won't really matter because the days are still doomed from now until my last dying breath. Which hopefully will come sooner rather than later.

It's my seventh day being trapped in this room with no action and doing absolutely nothing, which is exactly what I did yesterday and the night before and the night before the night before yesterday. I wonder if henchy ever delivered my message to the devil, hopefully he has because I'm sick of this place.

By now I was practically adjusted to the time difference, not that I could determine what time it was because I don't have a digital clock and there are no windows in this room like I previously expressed.

There's only an actual clock and I kinda forgot how to tell time. The hour hand clock and the minute hand is just so fucking confusing. Yes, this is very embarrassing for me to admit, but I have no shame.

Spencer visited me yesterday, like he does everyday now and apparently his brother left as soon as he locked me up in my very own version of Rapunzel's tower. He returned last night and I guess I'm due for a conversation with him.

Is it bad that I want to punch him again? Maybe he'll lock me up in this tower for even longer than seven days and throw in some handcuffs and blindfolds. So far I can say that my time in Italy has not been enjoyable. 

Maybe because there was no scenery due to the fact that I'm trapped in a windowless room, but maybe it's just my lack of finding the needle in the haystack or seeing the brighter side of life.

You can't blame me, there is no bright side of life. It's either shit goes your way for the rest of your life or it doesn't and I'm learning to accept that. Slowly, I strip out of my pajamas, which are just pajama pants and a bra. 

It's funny the things you find when you've been stuck somewhere for more than you should be. It gets really boring actually, I would highly not recommend it. But don't let me stop you. At least he let his men bring me a box of my stuff back home. So I've had some things to busy myself with.

I hop into the cold watered shower that I unfortunately had gotten used to. At least there was soap and a sponge in there. I know for a fact that they weren't old because it was in a new packaging when I first saw it. At least their service is good, I'm not sure about the architecture and designing, but that can be altered.

I reach over for the shampoo bottle and squeeze what's left of it onto the palm of my hand. I evenly divide it into my hair, making sure to scrub my scalp. I grab the conditioner bottle soon after and repeat the same process. I finish with my hair and then actually take a shower.

I wrap the towel around my body when I get out of the shower and go into the bedroom to go on with my normal morning routine minus the normal because this was far from normal and I didn't even have my skin care products with me so I had to use Dove bar soap as my face wash. It works well so I'm not going to complain about that.

After I put lotion on, I put on an outfit that I just got from the closet. I wouldn't consider this an outfit because it only consists of booty shorts and a nude colored tube top. I was going to use the key Spencer "accidentally" left over for me to leave this room and find Atticus and demand for him to provide me with more clothes.

My hair is wet which means my whole body will be wet again by the time I even demand an actual shirt. I need to hurry the fuck up. I stick the key into the keyhole and turn it in the alternate direction in order for it to unlock. It's probably ten o'clock in the morning so no one should be asleep. Not that I'm aware of who lives here, I haven't really made it my mission to escape my prison.