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Chapter 9

Ding! The sound made me jump. Where did that come from? Suddenly, a metal door next me to opened up, revealing a large plate of eggs, sausage and fresh toast. The door was so tiny that no human could fit in it. Sticking my head in it, it was just a metal box so I couldnt even see up the shaft.

My stomach rumbled at the sight of food. Eating who keep my stanima up and help my hand. I made the mistake of grabbing the plate with my hurt hand.

“Ooooowwww!!” I yelled as I dropped the plate. The food went everywhere as I held my hand against my chest.

I felt more anger at myself but cussing out Waylon helped too. Now I am picking strambled eggs off the floor and my breakfast is ruined. Putting it back in the metal box, I just walked back to my chair. Surely, Waylon would have felt my pain?

15 fucks hours later, still no fucking Waylon. I was going insane in this room. I didn’t have my phone, no computer, or no pen or pencils. I’ve been toying around with an idea but I hadnt had the co
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Rose Marie Layton
Enjoying the storyline, but needs a lot of editing.
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