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My weary and hungry eyes was fixed on the tray of food placed before me. The tantalizing aroma of the meal wafted through the air, filling my nostrils and stirring my empty stomach. Hunger gnawed at me irrationally, reminding me that I haadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon when I had last spoken to Massimo.

The food before me was a plate of unappetizing colors and textures. A hot lump of potatoes sat next to a piece of steamed broccoli, while a slab of overcooked and garnished chicken laid forlornly on the side.

My hunger fought against my reluctance to consume such dish, but I knew I needed to nourish myself or I would die of starvation, it's almost ten and my rumbling stomach might burst soon.

Reluctantly, I picked up the fork and began examining the chicken in particular.

It looked so golden and full. I had taken one big bite when the door creak and the devil who kept me here came in.

I looked up, my gaze meeting the chilling eyes of my unwelcomed visitor and former best frie