(N.) The impossibility of comprehending the universe; the belief that human knowledge can never have ture certainty.
This book will contain multiple stories that involves Tokyo revengers
(Tokyo Revengers Version)
(Don't own Tokyo revengers)
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Once calming myself down after the crying fit I started moving around to have a closer look of my cage only to find a small wide hole in the right corner but I'm too thick to get my body through it.
'The only way to get myself through it is to lose whatever fat my body has and not only that I don't know what's through it or if there's even other exits to get back out........I have to get out.......I can't wait for Papa.'
A single tear runs down my face as I accept the decision of having to stave myself to be able to escape my captors which will take days to do so and be painful but I got to do it, some time pass before I get to see the man again when he brings me food and water which he out into the dog bowls.
'I hope whatever dog he has or gets eats him alive in his sleep.'
I frown when he throw them in causing some to fly out and not waiting to see if I even eat he stomps out, two pieces of bread with one slice of cheese and an apple.
'Looks like they're going to starve me even if I didn't already decided to do so'
Carefully rationing the water and food through the day as I try to entertain myself as much as I can until my captures cuts the lights out for the night leaving me in darkness except the moon shining through a small window with bars over it which I crawl over to the side closest so I can put my face between the bars to look up at the moon.
"Whoever is watching over me, please help." I wishpered to the moon before curling up into a ball in the back and try to get some sleep, the next morning I'm rudely woken by freezing water being pour on me as it causes me to sit straight up gasping only to see the man holding an empty bucket which he let it fall to the floor with a clank.
"Bathroom" He snarles at me while pointing to the bucket before shutting and lockimg the cage door again, now completely wet and cold concrete doesn't mix well.
'I'll get sick and died before Papa could find me'
It only solidify my decision on what to do if I don't caught a cold before I can escape, I shiver as I pull my clothes except my underwear off to ring out all the water but I had to keep off my socks and shoes to air dry. I move the bucket into a corner next to the door before backing into a corner where the concrete isn't wet to crouch on so my feet can't get colder then they already are which I spend all my time in until the man return at some point of the day to refill the dog bowls, this time it's just three slices of bread and water so I once again rationed it. I eat one piece then with a few small sips of water, eat another at sun down, and the last one in the morning along with what I have left of my water which hours later I wince at the pain and growling of my stomach demanding for more.
'I WON'T LET THIS BRAKE ME!!! YOU HEAR ME YOU FOOLS!!! YOU BETTER HOPE MY PAPA CAN'T FIND YOU!!! BECAUSE IF HE DOES YOU'LL BE WISHING FOR THE SWEET FEELING OF DEATH!!!'
