He stubs out the cigarette in an ashtray on the nightstand and looks at me, his expression unreadable. Then he lies on the bed.

I'm feeling cold, lying on the mattress because the AC temperature is only 16 degrees. I need a blanket, but I'm pretty sure this monster won't give it to me. If I ask him, he will say that this is your punishment. So I have to sleep like this today, and I'm sure I'll get a cold or fever in the morning.

Oh god! Please rescue me from this heartless ...