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B2/51. The Meadow...
Becca was slipping. She knew it was working; they were slowly breaking her down mentally. After Koda's visit, or Zachariah's, she realized how much trouble she was in. They planned everything perfectly. No one suspects the Dean or his dog. She was sick every day. She was starving but couldn't eat the rice. It was constantly making her ill. It was as though her body was rejecting the food forcefully. She had resorted to filling the bottle with toilet water from the back of the tank to fill herself up. Her motor skills and reflexes were slowing with each passing day. She had been there for nearly a week if her system was correct. Maybe Chad was dead. That reality killed her on the inside. It told her to stop fighting; no one was coming for her. If Chad were dead, the Rivers wouldn't care
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