Nine
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THE DAYS PASSED by—at least Lily assumed the hours added into days. With no way of telling the time, and no idea if it was night or day, she struggled to keep track.
With only bread and water to live on, her stomach began to cramp, and she struggled to use the bathroom as she normally would. Her hair grew limp, her skin dry and pale. Even the books she’d been reading began to blend into one, and she found herself zoning out as she read.
After a few days, she’d given up worrying if cameras were in the room. They’d already seen everything they could. She took to taking long showers, or taking her book into the bath to read. The water helped to soothe both her body and mind, and often she’d fall asleep in there, and wake with the water cold. When this happened, she simply to
