Chapter Eleven
Scheduled Seclusion
Essentially, I was all alone in the house and of course no one knew I was imprisoned in the secret set of rooms behind a hidden door in the basement. The entire area I inhabited now; walls, ceilings, and floors, was painted a gleaming, glossy white and so was a very sterile and stark environment with all of its lighting controlled from outside. There really wasn’t much to it, with the four rooms all down one side of the 15 metre long corridor and the bathroom at the end, but all had one common feature: a tightly-barred, locked door. The room nearest the entrance door was a kitchen and pantry with a high table and one stool, then the room next to it was a sort of living room with a big, flat screen TV, a couch and a coffee table. The room next to this wa
