Violet’s POVMy stomach was hurting from the amount of rubbish that I had eaten and the smell of the room. The room had a foul smell like there were dead bodies in it. I lay on the floor there, at the corner of the room. I heard the three locks click, and I managed to raise my head. I didn’t know how many days had passed. But I hadn’t spoken a word. I couldn’t see the sun either, as there was no window in the room. The air was getting congested, and I could barely breathe. The door creaked open, and Eric was there again. He looked around the room.“Violet,” he called out in a sing-song voice. There was finally some natural sunlight getting into the room. I raised my hands weakly. He had to know that I was there. I didn’t want him punishing me for not signifying. He seemed like Satan, and I was his sinner. “I’m here,” I croaked. My throat was hurting. I couldn’t remember when I last even had water. Or peed.“Ah,” he said, smiling. He walked down to where I was, with a full-blown smi
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