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BLOOM This place reeks of dead rats, rotting sewage and every bad you can think of. He threw me in this underground room with no windows and any mode of light entry hours ago or was it five days now? A week? I lost track of time, my entire body itched, I was so uncomfortable. Since Lucas threw me in here hours or days ago, he has cane back, neither have I been fed or give water. At some point I had to resort to drink water dripping from the roof. I can't even dare to think about where that water came from. Eventually, my stomach had recoiled on itself and I ended up dry heaving. My body shuddered in disgust, my stomach has stopped rumbling in anger. I curled on myself on the floor, my hands and feet were still tied, not like I had anywhere to run to. Will I get to see my son