Days. Hours. I can't tell.
All I know is that I'm given just barely enough food to survive. When it comes to the point where
I feel like my stomach is eating itself, the statue man with throw an apple and a slice of bread at
me.
It turns out that the dripping is old rain water that gets stored and trapped somewhere between
floors. That's what I drink when I'm thirsty and no one has given me a shot glass of murky tap
water yet.
The wayward drips that fall onto the stone end up falling into a small drain. It's tiny, but I
suppose it's all that keep this room from slowly flooding. It's also where I pee.
I'm lucky enough to have gotten my zip ties removed. I can wander this room, but statue man
never leaves. He's here twenty four seven, always in the same spot. Never moving. Neve
