| That was day eight. Day nine I never saw him at all. I awoke to food on the low table, simple fare, a sandwich on stale white bread, a glass of warm milk, and a bowl of cold vegetable soup. I daresay nothing has ever tasted so fine to me in all my days. I ate every drop, and then collapsed in a fit of heaves as the food hit my too empty stomach. I vomited a little on the floor near the drain and then curled, miserable and sick, on my side in the corner, where he had thrown a few handfuls of straw for me to sleep on. Vaguely before I drifted off, I wondered what time of day it was. There were no windows at all in this large room, and I missed the sun. I never asked where he went when he was gone, and he never offered to tell me. Sometimes he was gone for a few minutes, sometimes a few hours. This though, being gone so long, he had never done this before. Miserable and cold, I curled into myself and shivered myself back to sleep. I was awakened later to return swiftly to he...
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