Daphne

My stomach rumbled. I hadn’t eaten much more than a few sandwiches and drank little more than a few glasses of water since I’d been in this nasty place. I had memorized every nook and cranny, every inch, and still had not found a way out other than the door. That door only let in my food and water source and little else.

Since there was no window, there was no way to tell how many nights or days had passed since my arrival. At first, the sounds ...