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When the meal is ready, I prepare the twelve dinner plates and dessert dishes and set them on the conveyor belt that carries the food away to be eaten. The conveyor belt door is maybe just barely big enough for me to try to squeeze through (I’ve lost a lot of weight since I’ve been here), but the thought of being in the Jagaren’s dining hall is unspeakably terrifying. They would devour me, I’m sure, gourmands gobbling down a bit of sushi. To feel my arms and legs being sucked into those grinding maws, my bone and flesh shredding as surely as if my limbs had been thrust down a garbage disposal...no. I stay as far from the door as I can.
There is only one other way out of the kitchen: the door to the hallway that leads to my cell. Or cells, I should say. I go into the hallway, sit down o
