Chapter 11: Depressed
I tried to keep aware of the passage of time. Yesterday had been Sunday. Today must be Monday. I had been kidnapped on Thursday night. I reminded myself of these details as if it made any difference. I was waking up in this cold room, in a tiny uncomfortable cot alone. It was such a sharp contrast to the warmth of Orion in his huge bed with his expensive sheets. I got to my feet, feeling all the walls for weaknesses. The ceiling was too high to inspect properly even if I stood on the cot. I felt the floor. Everything was sturdy, smooth stone. At least it was clean. I flushed the toilet to make sure it worked. I used the sink to wash my hands and to take a bath with a washcloth that had been left there. I had to put on my same white dress from yesterday.
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