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said, kneeling on the scarred wooden floor. He ate like he did
everything, quietly. When he had enough, he took the plate and placed it on the
floor in front of me. A piece of toast and half an egg remained.
    “You
can eat that.”
    I
ate with my hands as he’d taken the utensils away. I felt so self-conscious,
knowing that he watched my every move, but I was so hungry. I ate every last
bit on the plate and then he told me to clean up. And like before, he leaned
against the countertop watching me. Even if I found a weapon, I doubted I could
do much harm to him. His arms were well muscled, and everything about him
looked strong. When everything was clean, I turned to him with apprehension.
    “Now
you can clean the bathroom.” From under the sink he brought out a bucket with
cloths and bleach, shoving it into my hands. For a split second, I contemplated
throwing the bleach at him, but as we passed the front door with its numerous
locks, I thought better of it. I didn’t want to antagonize him until I had the
means to escape. I had to bide my time.
    I
scrubbed at the bathtub under his watchful gaze. To my surprise, the dirt and
stains lifted, resulting in something nearly white. I longed to take a bath in
it, a hot bath with the door locked. When I’d finished, and the bleach
irritated my hands, he took the cleaning bucket from me.
    “Go
back to your room.” He cast an eye over my handiwork.
    I
obeyed, and the door was bolted behind me. I jumped into the bed, covering
myself with the blanket. I wondered on his reasoning for keeping me naked. To
humiliate me? Probably. I curled up into the fetal position, wondering if
anyone missed me or cared where I was. The door stayed shut for the rest of the
day, and I pressed my eye to the small gaps in the window but I couldn’t see
anything. As the light dimmed, so did my hopes. I had to spend another night
here with that psycho.
    Finally,
the bolt slid back and he stood in the doorway.
    “Bathroom?”
I asked. He nodded and moved out of the way. But just like before, he watched
as I peed. After that, he took me downstairs and indicated that I was to kneel
on the floor again. I obeyed without question, and eventually the remainder of
his dinner was placed in front of me. Once again, like a slave, I got to eat
the leftovers with my hands.
    He
watched as I cleaned the kitchen, staying mercifully silent. I scrubbed the
countertop slowly, dreading the thought of being locked in the bedroom or
whatever else he might have in store for me.
    “I
think that it’s clean enough, now,” he said, smirking, his hand held out for
me. When I hesitated, he impatiently grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind
him. “C’mon, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Chapter Seven
    I
didn’t realize how cold I’d been until I was led into the living room that was
warmed by a fire. Faded floral wallpaper lined the walls, and the carpet was a
threadbare green. A couch and armchairs had seen better days as well. They were
also green, and whom ever had chosen them must have thought that different
tones of green went well together.
    I
smiled in spite of myself; it was surreal that I was thinking about bad
decorating when I should have been pissing myself in fear. Again. When I noticed
that he was looking at me, my smile dropped.
    “What
was that for?” He was almost accusing and I remembered that I wasn’t supposed
to be happy. I was supposed to be terrified, miserable and dehumanized.
    I
hugged myself. “It’s just that it’s warm in here. I was cold before.” I didn’t
look at him but felt his eyes on me anyway.
    “Go
stand in front of the fire.”
    He
sat in one of the armchairs while I did what he said. I didn’t think his order
was one of kindness because I felt more on display than before as I stood
there, lit by the fire and awaiting his next demand.  He took a book from the
side table and tossed it to me. I caught it easily.
    “Open
it.”
    It
was a black leather diary with gold