Experiment #101.

Three: Dry Food and Morse

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His game is confusing. He's given me freedom. He hasn't experimented on me. He hasn't shocked me. He feeds me three times daily. He takes care of me. I have my own room. I'm not wearing white clothing.

But he did have some rules I had to follow in the game.

No leaving the house. No destroying or killing things. No attacking. If I need something. Tell him. If I'm sick or injured. Tell him.

There were a few other simple ones such as I was allowed to bathe and go to the bathroom whenever I choose. I can dress how I wish. I can do anything in this house.

I could not go into his office. The very last door on the left. A single door with a silver knob.

The bathroom situation was explained to me a week ago.

So basically, his game is to have me fend for us? The feeling to protect him was strong. I wasn't sure why.

My only rule was to not tell him about Darkness.

But I had also gotten the chance to slice open my left leg to take out a few trackers and a few more in my branded arm. The tricky spot was my neck.

Although, the true tricky part was trying to explain to him why there was blood all over the white kitchen floor.

I explained I caught a small dear and a few rabbits while he was gone.

We sat across the table as he ate dry food with a white liquid. He called it cereal.

I ate raw rabbit that he said he could catch for me since I'm not allowed to hunt or leave the premises.

I analyzed him. He had a fresh wound. Which I'm sure he isn't aware of. His body screams that he's tired and doesn't get enough sleep. His brain activity seems to be functioning even though he had roughly six hours of sleep spread through a time of eight thirty-three pm until five fifty am when he got up. He had bags under his eyes just like the doctors with the knives at the asylum. But other than his fresh wound and tiredness he's fine.

"Can you please stop staring me like that. It's weird when you do you." I've been checking on his health for the past week.

"You're tired." I said frankly.

"And..?" 

I stood up and went to the kitchen sink to wash my hands. He said he didn't want blood anywhere else except in the kitchen.

I went to the upstairs bathroom and took the medic kit. He told me if I ever need a bandage if I hurt myself it's in there.

He needs it not I. I can heal pretty fast.

I sat the kit on the table and he eyed me curiously. "Why do you have the med kit out? Are you hurt?" He had swallowed his mouth full of dry food and dropped his spoon.

I simply told him, "You said no blood in the house. And you're hurt. Lift your shirt."

I began to get the cream and gauze ready when he hasn't lifted his shirt. Does he want to punish me for not telling him?

"Lift your shirt so it can be fixed." My patience was running low. If I have to ask the third time I will push him to the ground.

Luckily he stood up and took off his shirt. Facing me were his chiseled stomach of tan skin. I don't know this emotion so I ignored it and pushed it to the back of thoughts with Darkness.

I told him to have his back face me. My fingers grazed his back back and my fingers felt little shocks. He told they're nothing to be scared of. But I didn't know why they felt nice. I didn't know why I wanted to hold him.