Chapter 68

Days or maybe even weeks pass and Pauline stops by every few days to feed and hydrate me, although what she gives me I wouldn't classify as completely edible. These deliveries of substance aren't given without a price, without her torment. I've noticed the more pleasure she gets from watching me suffer and squirm, the more food and water I get. It is like a fucked up reward system. So I swallow my pride and play the game, the more I play along and make it seem like she is getting to me, the more I get. 'This is for you, my angel.' I think each time. The jokes on Pauline anyway, she thinks it's real, she thinks it is working. I have to fight the urge to laugh and giggle at her sometimes, or I'd give it all away. I have to laugh, if I don't, I think I might just cry.

One of the days after she'd thrown the smallest disposable water bottle I'd ever seen at me, and dished out some verbal abuse disguised as a mind game.

Taking a drink, I think at myself,

'Drink up little one,' to which th