Gemoira

nine

I wasn't sure how long I slept, or how long the days blurred together. Time seemed to distort on one side of the coin and grind on the other. Sleeping passed most of the time, and the time I spent awake, I was alone with my thoughts. It was easy to disconnect my mind and thoughts. Most of my time was spent staring at the four walls that bound me, well six if you counted the ceiling and floor. Other times, I would sing songs or have conversations with myself.

I wondered where Neo was.

Not everyone that came by enjoyed my conversations, or my jokes, but I didn't care.

I was lonely and stuck inside a room with a door I could not exit.

Food was unsurprisingly disgusting; most were vegetables, and I rarely saw any meat. Today was no different, some kind of potato with smashed up veggies on the side in a weird broth. If I didn't know any better, they regurgitated this onto my plate for me.

"What is that?" I grunted at the sight of the plate.

The wolf at the door grunted back, sliding it through a hatch at the bottom of the door. "Food."

I rolled my eyes, used to his attitude. There were two guards, and this one I called Grumpy. He never spoke much; one worded answers with an expressionless face.

Locking the latch, I caught him before he disappeared. "How long have I been in here?"

"Long enough."

"Oh, come on, I am not that bad."

His brown eyes flickered over to me, scanning my still bloodied appearance. "Three nights."

My eyes widened with shock as he walked away. "Oh!"

It didn't feel like three nights, but then again, I had plenty of time keeping myself occupied. I had to pee in the bucket in the corner and pour it down the drain. Still under the disguise of being a male, I wanted my inability to pee out of a dick hidden. I sure looked like a gross man, anyway.

I poked my finger into today's potato, finding it oddly lumpy. Weird, I don't recall ever having lumpy potatoes. I scooped it onto my fingertip and sniffed it. The food always smelt weird here too, and I often had a tummy ache afterward. I put it down to the fact it was something I have never eaten before.

Like squished vegetables and a weird orange-brown watery soup? Yeah, definitely normal, and I lived in a cave!

It tasted... not that bad, and I continued to eat the squashy potatoes with some vegetables. They must just be undercooked. Oh, and another thing, I didn't get cutlery and the plates or bowls were always paper. So, I had to eat with my hand, and they made me give them the paper plate back.

What was I going to do? Make a key out of the paper?

I decided a few days ago that I just needed someone to enter my room so I could pick-pocket the key from them.

Easy, right? But so far, nobody entered my cell or came near it if I was close. I had to stand against the far wall before they even approached.

I was too tired to get up off the floor now. So, I would just wait like a Venus flytrap, and capture my prey when it came near.

By the time Grumpy came back to take the paper plate, I had turned it into a mask with cat ears. He appeared before my cell with a black bag, observing me with raised eyebrows.

"What do you think?" I cocked my head. "Do I look like a cat?"

"No."

"What do I look like then?"