SHE

Chapter 65: Her Incarceration

Rue Scarce

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I let out a small groan, my head still hurts, my throat swells, and I can still feel the searing pain from my knees.

When I finally came to, I opened my eyes only to be met by an unfamiliar grey ceiling. It had cracks and crevices that water is also leaking from the holes down on the walls.

I turned my head to the side to find an IV being injected into my arm, I also frowned when I moved my other arm to find it being tied down to the side.

I slowly sat up, feeling my little body all sore. My knees were bandaged but I wouldn't say it was cleanly done, I had bandages on my head and other than that I still feel hungry.

Despite all those, I am still conscious of my surroundings. I am lying on a small bed in a small square shaped room with the walls in a mix of grey and green. Needless to say, it looks filthy, I wonder what I look like.

It surprised me when I was no longer wearing the clothes I had the last time I was awake. It was now replaced by a white nightgown and my feet are bare.

Nervousness reached me and I reached around to find the one thing I had brought with me from the orphanage but I couldn't find it.

I looked around in search for it but the room was empty aside from the bed that I was lying on and the IV stand. There was nobody around.

The moment I had thoughts about it, my ears picked up a rough movement from outside and I focused my gaze on the grey iron door that seemed to have no handle on this side.

I realised the movements were the sound of footsteps, heavy footsteps that is gradually getting louder and closer behind that metal door.

Keys jingled, a gruff voice mumbled incoherent words, probably trying to find the right key to open the door before I heard a click.

I watched as the door pushed open, mentally grimacing from the sound of it opening.

A heavy foot stepped into the room wearing a boot that looked disgusting and dirty. I raised my gaze up to the person's face and found a rough looking man with brown hair and beard that had white streaks that symbols his age.

He wasn't much tall but he is big and looked scary.

"Well it's about time you're awake, little brat. You have been out for a whole day and I am not keeping you if you are not going to have meat in your skinny flesh."

He placed a tray on my lap and I looked down to see a large loaf of bread on a plate with jam and cheese on the side. There is also a large glass of milk and just looking at it made me swallow that my dry throat paid my attention.

"Eat. If you don't, I'll shove them down your throat."

Staring down at the food, I began to think why this man is giving me something to eat. I doubt it is poisoned or laced with drugs. If he wanted to kill me or take advantage of me, he would've done it when I was asleep.

Or is this some kind of a trade? If I eat he will ask something of me in return. Given the circumstances, I am a prisoner being fed to eat such food and he tells me to get fat if he's planning to keep me.

If I do as he says, what will he do to me? He says he will keep me but for what? Better yet, what will he do to me if I don't?

After a few seconds of hesitating, I raised my free hand and reached for the bread, tearing the mold of flour into bits before eating them slowly. I added jam and cheese onto them as I chewed like a hungry mouse.