The door shut. Outside a lock turned.
I shivered again. s**t. This place was f*****g serious.
***
Time dragged. I paced off the small, available space. Yep, more like a closet at hardly more than ten feet by six. And the chair, cot and toilet took up a good portion of it. I tried to move the chair, but it was bolted down, as was the cot. When I stood on the chair the light bulb was still too high to touch. All the comforts of home.
My stomach grumbled and right on cue the door swung open. A collared, busty woman, dressed as a Victorian maid in a tight corset with eyes that glinted of mischief, brought in a tray with a sandwich and bowl of soup. She nodded to the chair and, when I sat, balanced the tray on my legs. She remained as I slurped and wolfed down the food, hungrier than I thou
