Ava
2 weeks later
The feel of the hard ground on my head, my back, my butt and my ankles causes small jolts of muscle and joint pain that a 17-year old should never have. It’s probably because I have been sprawled out in this position for a while now, staring at the blue-beeping light of the damn sound-wave dampener. I have counted the times it beeps in a minute for many minutes now or hours? The cool tile is now my only anchor to this world and to the avoidance of insanity in my little cage. I would have lost recollection of hours, days, and time in general if I hadn’t been constantly reminded by Cleis that ‘we’ are waiting for my birthday and the chiming of his clock at 12. He gets orgasmic with this countdown, and I still have no clue why.
I hear footsteps entering the room but my ey
