8 days quickly passed and on the eve of the ninth, a new change finally broke the monotony of our situation.
I took a bottled water out from the hidden compartment in the side of the wall and drank greedily on it.
It tasted very invigorating to my parched throat as the temperature this time was so hot that my balls felt like constantly being fried between the legs it hanged from.
And what was more astonishing was my smell. I now stank like the rest of the crew because the water inside this prison was only intended for our consumption.
The moment we, as little as wash our face with it, the liquid would become immaterial right before our eyes.
We can see that it was there but it would become devoid of its physical qualities within this fold of existence, exactly like an illusi
