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DAY THIRTEEN
Entering the Inspiration Room, I found Rachel reading more of Karina’s writings. I wondered if I was fooling myself into believing she was doing this to learn about the amazing soul she took from this earth and not to pacify me just to avoid pain...or save her unborn child. Regardless, there was time now that I’d revised my schematic, starvation being the new theme. I never cared for cleaning up blood anyway.
I had debated whether or not to enlighten her about her new fate and decided to share my plans. After all, the fear of the unknown, coupled with the knowledge that she herself would be terminating her pregnancy by not providing the sustenance a tiny fetus would require to survive was a more effective form of torture than any body part I could remove. That is, if this woman was actually capable of possessing any maternal instincts.
I could see her glance at the tray where I would normally place her breakfast, however she chose not to inquire. I knew she was hungry. After all, her body was in the midst of constructing the foul roe. Her discomfort was palpable so I deciding to break the tension and begin by informing her of the ultimate plan, refraining from sharing details of what her body will be experiencing. I would share all that with her piecemeal, feeding her information in lieu of food. I explained briefly: “I didn’t bring you any food this morning, and I won’t be bringing you any for the rest of the day, or tomorrow, or the next day. Your water will extend your survival until the third phase of starvation.” The word seemed to shock her more than the loss of her finger had:
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life