N A T A S H A' s P o V
For the longest time, all I remembered seeing was darkness. I was left alone in the basement of that same warehouse that I was dragged into, and after Smith left the room that day, nobody came in except a lady to leave a bottle of water and some fried vegetables in a plate that tasted more like eating plastic, but I couldn't be one to complain. I tried keeping the count of time that was passing. Every time I felt like an hour had passed, I simply added one to the number of hours I was keeping. I fell asleep after thirty, losing count. I had been there for days. Alone. Starving and dehydrated on the one bottle of water and half plate of vegetables I was given in the morning and then kept tied for the rest of the day. By what I thought was the fourth day, I was weak
