I freeze in the doorway. I have to get down on my hands and knees to reach the sustenance. If you look up you'll see me. And I feel like you wouldn't be happy I saw that... interaction with yourself. If I move, I may make you look my way, if I stay frozen, you may see me anyway. I know I don't want your mind on me right now. You look up and I gasp, grabbing the bread and water and retreating back into the room. Sitting on the bed with my meager meal, feeling the skin of my hip stretch around the brand, aching dully.I try to drink the water slower this time. I don't know when I'll get more. The single slice of bread is a little stale, but it's food, and it's not a hunk of meat, and for that, I'm grateful.I finish the water, and wish there was more. But I'm afraid that if I tried to keep some for later, you'd take it away from me. reply as a mancwith split personas and slowly sadistic side is coming out again after a out load self talking
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