A cloth bag had been put over my face. The fear that had bubbled inside me before, was now replaced by acceptance to my future. To my death.
I was being pushed into a room. I didn't think there were any lights on and the floor was cold and damp. The smell of sewage pipes and garbage, overwhelmed me and bile rose up in my throat. What a horrible place to die.
Days. Maybe hours, passed as I sank in and out of sleep. At some point, the cloth bag had been rrmoved from my head and I could see the old brick walls holding me hostage in this horrible place.
There were no meals or water. Just the occasional drop that fell fron the ceiling.
Today, I received a piece of bread and water, which meant this was my last meal. My last day alive.
This chapter is dedicated to @wonderlandwriter for making the cover on the side.
