“Eat up, Miss Vanity wouldn't like it if you starve.”
Rion swiped away in a flash, refusing to open his mouth for the nth time.
“You'll die in hunger. You don't even want to drink just a cup,”
The tall man let out a husk of frustration, then eventually gave up and left with the plate full of food in his hand. If Rion could recall it right, he was George, the one Vanity kept on calling yesterday— or the other day? How long has he actually been there? How long was he missing?
Did a day already pass by? Two? Or maybe three?
Inside that deserted— seemingly hidden-in-another-parallel-universe theater he didn't know if still part of the city he grew up from, Rion couldn't tell if how many nights has already passed by since he was taken.
Clad in only his jeans and nothing more, tightly b
