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DAY TWO
I woke early and walked into the Inspiration Room to find Rachel lying quietly, obviously having succumbed to the exhaustion her struggles created. Before she’d woken up yesterday, I inserted a catheter through her urethra opening and then about 2.5 centimeters beyond that point. I’d followed the instructions verbatim, well all except for the word “gently.” Everything about her disgusted me. Anyway, I could see by the attached bottle on the floor, it was working. And as I had presumed, she didn’t eat or drink the meal I’d thoughtfully prepared for her. I had even extended the chains binding the handcuffs so that she could reach her mouth, but the ungrateful bitch never took a bite or a sip.
I wondered if by now she’d caught on to who I was or even recognized the faces staring back from the walls that surrounded her. I was sure I’d find that out today, though sadly, her fear of the unknown would be something I would sorely miss. I’d have to find an equally disturbing fear to replace it. This game was creating new rules every day, becoming like a three-dimensional puzzle that was both immensely challenging and gratifying.
I sat in my “waiting” chair next to her bed, and did just that, waited. I watched her sleeping, her eyes darting back and forth inside her eyelids. She moaned as if she were having a nightmare of some sort. She awoke startled and tried to sit up immediately, but the restraints pulled her quickly back down on the bed. She opened her eyes wide and stared up at the ceiling, the walls, and her handcuffed wrists, before her petrified gaze fell upon me. I gave her minute to recall her
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life