I eat the very last crumb from the mouldy bread roll. I couldn't tell whether it was white or brown bread but I knew that it was gross bread.
I rubbed my hands on my thighs, causing them to burn, in attempt to get rid of the smell off my hands. It didn't work.
If I was ever going to escape it would have to be light so I could see around for exits. It was so dark I couldn't even see my hands reaching out in front of me.
I slouched down and the Five Days began. I know Alasten's plan, he's going to starve me to death, but slowly. He's left me with no food for four days, now it's five, next it will be six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and on it goes until I pass out and die.
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Day 1 went past quickly and I didn't feel very hungry at all, only a bit peckish. Day 2, 3 and 4 were really hard, I just needed food so badly. I was so hungry that I hoped that I would die on day 5, but unfortunately I didn't.
Day 5 was the hardest. It felt like a caldron was bubbling and fizzing in my mouth before overflowing and pouring out rapidly. I just kept thinking to myself, this is the last day, there's going to be food tomorrow, I can still escape. Thinking this to myself made the day go slower and slower. I realised that saying this is not going make the day go quicker, just slower.
