𝐿𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

Chapter 12: Changing World

It was all so confusing - so unreal. I sat in the corner with my legs bent up to my chest, head buried into my knees trying to get some type of rest. The room was dark mostly dark, one very small window, barely any light. All that came to view was the simple yet lumpy and uncomfortable white bed that sprawled across the center floor and the door which led to a bathroom which had no blanket nor sheet provided. It seemed more of a room that held a needed prisoner than a room that was meant for a long stay - not that I wanted to stay, but there was no choice - I knew that. I was in this depressing room for 9 days with no food or water- the faucet water didn't work. The only working water was from the toilet, something I couldn't muster up to even attempt to drink. But I would have to do so eventually my organs, they were shutting down I could feel them.

Just then the creaking door opened revealing another man. He was very scrawny compared to the others they were more fit. Roughly I was grabbed by the wrist and with a vigorous tug, I was being dragged. Dragged, because I lost every ounce of strength I had, there was no more fight left in me. Wishing they would just kill me putting me out of my misery was all that circled my thoughts. It was all that I focused on mainly. Most 'wise' people would've looked for a way out no matter the case or would've been questioning all their wrongdoings, yet I only prayed for my death. I did everything to keep from giving in to my anxiety - trying to end the brutal battle with my mind but in the end, I was giving up completely. This situation was inevitable.

Two heavy doors opened. I was released to the hard marble floor. I didn't even know if I could move my body anymore and so I laid there not moving an inch, the smallest of movements had my vision spiraling. The guy pulled me up to a sitting position supporting my weight of course so that I don't flop back to the ground. "Give her the water it's been 9 days. Her organs are in the stage of shutting down," A small maid handed me some water. Even though I wanted so desperately to take it in my clutches and drink it dry I was too weak. "May I help her? She can barely do anything her body's way too weak sir,"

I guessed he nodded because my head was gently lifted and the water was being poured into my mouth. Each gulp was desperate and frantic. I definitely Enthralled the people in this room with my desperation to drink more. Words were spoken between the men, something along of the lines of going somewhere to investigate the problem. Everything was spiraling quickly and black spots invaded my vision. I would most likely pass out once again soon. Soon, someone lifted me into their arm and took me to the kitchen.

"You are weak enough so we know you won't put up a fight. Eat and drink something before you die," He spoke. But no matter what I just couldn't do it. "I'll help you but if you tell anyone that I helped I'll kill you myself," I think I nodded but I'm completely unsure.

Soon I felt water entering my mouth until I felt a little bit of my strength to drink myself. A huge plate had a stack of pancakes on it. I didn't want to show how desperate I was to eat so I took small bits and chewed slowly. Although I focused on drinking the water more than eating. Black spots seemed to take over my vision and I leaned to the side smacking my head on the floor. I was lifted back up and pushed all the way up to the table. "I think I should go lay down for a few minutes,"

"No, eat and drink. Don't eat too fast or you'll just barf and barfing is going to make you more dehydrated," He snapped

I let out a weak sigh and picked up another water bottle. He seemed irritated because apparently, I'm was going too slow for his liking because I totally feel cheery and peppy. He pulled a chair out and sat across from me looking extremely pissed off tapping out his anger on the table. "Can, can you... just... kill me?" I averted my gaze to my lap avoiding his stare.

"No, if you want to die, go kill yourself. Not that you would ever succeed. You are to be kept alive - kept in that room until needed. Whatever he plans on doing to or with you is up to him." He snapped angrily "Heed my warning girl. If you are granted any type of freedom I suggest you don't do anything that'll get it taken from you," I have a weak nod and slouched back into the chair. Well, so much for asking.