Chapter Nine
The food was surprisingly good– definitely not the five-star quality that I was accustomed to but palatable. I shoveled down the last of my food like I was under a timer, occasionally burning my tongue and nearly choking a few times, yet never stopping until I had licked the platter clean. It was my first proper meal in almost two days, a world record for me.
I had only just begun to settle back into bed with a full stomach when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway again. They were slower this time and heavier. When the door opened, I could see why. The masked man was like a Sumo Wrestler, a questionable garment thrown over his shoulder as he carried a basket of toiletries in his hand, no doubt containing perfume among the mix.
He handed the basket to me, and my eyes l
