Chapter 7: A frightening lifestyle

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I've been here for 3 days now. Alone. In this mitteuse cell.


For 3 days, I've only been able to see the sunlight through this tiny window with bars on it. The same as in a prison. These are the bars of my prison.


No one has come to visit. Prisoners, on the other hand, are at least allowed visitors. But I'm not. But who's going to visit me, you ask? Who would even worry about my disappearance? And you'd be right, yes. I'm on my own. I've lost my parents, the only people I ever really cared about. And now I'm losing myself!


I'm caught in a hellish loop from which there is no escape! I'm a prisoner! I can't control anything. I am controlled.


I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, but the worst thing is the stench in the cell. The smell of piss. I have no toilet, no shower. I sleep on the floor. I mean... The little I sleep. I've fallen asleep twice since I arrived, so I guess it's been 2 nights and 3 days since my nightmare began.


The door opens. James's assistant walks towards me with a plate in his hands containing chicken and French fries. My eyes light up at the sight of the food. I feel a sense of relief; I don't know how much longer I can hold out. Despite the blond man's very worried and intriguing look, I grabbed the plate and devoured it all in less than a minute.


I could feel an intense thirst coming on! However, the blond man takes the plate back and leaves without saying a word.

A few minutes later, I feel the food rising. I feel nauseous. I throw up in the corner of the room, but I'm no more relieved. The nausea is even stronger. I puke my guts out.That bastard James must have poisoned me!

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