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Phil's POV-

Alone at last.

Throw your fucking guts up.

It'll be worth it all.

Dan had left the bathroom door open for me in the case that I would need it while he was gone. He hadn't fully gained my trust because he was still keeping the doors and cabinets locked, but this was a step closer to freedom.

I tried to ignore the urges. Dan had only just left the apartment and I knew that there was a very likely possibility that he had forgotten something or he'd come back to tell me one last thing he expected of me. So I waited on the sofa in the lounge.

From Daniel❤️
Hey, love! I'm just letting you know that I'm headed into the meeting. Are you doing okay?

To Daniel❤️
I'm doing great! Everything is ok 👍🏻

I threw my phone down onto the couch and began examining my body. I first looked at my wrists, wrapping the fingers of my right hand around the left wrist. I could feel my veins below the skin. I moved my fingers down along my arms.

Fat.

I pulled the hem of my shirt up, exposing my stomach.

Fat.

I starred at my thighs.

Fat.

Fat.

Fat.

The next thing I knew I was already kneeling on the bathroom floor with that morning's breakfast in the toilet.

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