Days go by and I’m still chained up in some dirty basement. I’ve peed myself so many times that I’ve lost count. The first time I had to pee, it felt so disgusting doing it, but I had no choice. I wasn’t gonna give Emilio the satisfaction that he wanted. He wanted me to need him. I wasn’t gonna kiss his ass and work for him. I was waiting for death to take me.
My stomach aches in hunger and pain most of the day. God this is like the worst way to die. Starvation is no joke. I feel like my body is eating itself from the inside out. I’m weak and disoriented. I smell like piss and I have dried blood all over me.
Somehow my wound on my hand was healing as the stitches started to dissolve on their own. I couldn’t understand how it was healing. The basement was like a boiling pot of water. I
