Chapter Eighteen
Satchmo
heard the door open, rousing her from her restless sleep. By the footsteps, she could tell it was the nameless woman entering the room. The feet stopped in front of her, and a female voice irritably ordered her to open her mouth. A straw was shoved between her lips, and sucked greedily on the water. However, after three hard pulls, she hit air. She continued to suck on it, hoping to gain any moisture she could, when the straw was jerked away.
“s**t, b***h. Don’t you know when it’s all gone?” The tone was derisive. Abusive. The female made it clear she detested having to come in and tend to her.
“I need more water,” begged. Her throat was parched, her voice cracking.
“You’ll get water when I say so, b***h,” the woman replied scathingly.
didn’t ask about eat
