When she comes to, she immediately tries to break free. I can hear it in the rustling of the tape. Noticing that I am looking at her, she calms down. She looks at me like a cornered animal. I enjoy eating a fresh portion of boiled meat with sauce. She really wants to eat and drink. I know this. After a pause, I casually kick a plastic bottle of water in her direction. The bottle rolls noisily across the metal floor. She grabs it with her bound hands, unscrews the cap with trembling fingers, and drinks greedily, sucking on the neck of the bottle.
After she has eaten her fill, I push a plastic container with a piece of uneaten meat toward her in the same way. She looks at it suspiciously but begins to eat. Does she realize what kind of meat it is? Probably, but she is hungry. Just as I was hungry a year ago. Ironically, she is now also eating the corpse of her friend, although she does not know it. Having satisfied her hunger and thirst, she curls up under the rag, no longer trying to free herself, and falls silent.