My eyes flutter open, taking in the dazzling rays of the morning sun.
A sigh leaves my mouth.
"Another day.." I whisper.
It's been seven days since I first woke up here, and It's been six days of the same intense routine.
I wake up, get chained by the weight braces from morning until night. Every night, I sleep outside— in the courtyard in a lotus position with chains on my ankles. And I don't eat at all. I've not even eaten once since I found myself here.
K only gives me water once a day when my breath becomes too unstable. It's not like he does it decently though. He just raises my chin up and pours the water down into my open mouth.
Today's the day I'll finally eat. I've been waiting for this day for what felt like an eternity. My stomach is sunk and my rib cages are exposed.
Even my cheeks are sunk, my cheekbones are perfectly outlined on my face now.
"I'm so hungry I can eat a whole cow." I mutter as I stand up from the ground.
