MY SQUAD PART 1-CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

The clock was ticking and as day broke, I had 60 hours remaining. The door swung open and a tray of what they referred to as food was slid towards me before the door was locked once more. I grew increasingly anxious as there was no response from anyone, nor any sign of the authorities. I peered at the food and felt almost nauseated by its appearance. I moved it to a corner where it wouldn't be in my line of sight. I strained to hear any activity outside, hoping to catch a glimpse. All I could make out were footsteps pacing back and forth, and I could discern a shadow beneath the door, suggesting a guard was stationed nearby. I was determined to confirm my suspicions. With my legs and hands bound, I had to shuffle towards the door to investigate. "Hello!" I called out, receiving no reply. I tried again.

"Is the damsel in distress?" a voice from behind the door inquired.

"A damsel should drink water after eating," I retorted. Silence lingered for a minute before the door creaked open