chapter eighty-eight

I don't know how long I have been kept here. My sense of direction had gone to shit. My body felt out of sorts, I had the constant urge to throw up every time I opened my mouth. My head felt like it was split open with an axe, and my lips were swollen from Vixen's punches. I was a mess. Vixen strolled in with that look of contempt on her face as she stared at me. "You don't look so good." she taunted. My head lulled to the side, unable to keep it straight. My body was weak. "I feel sick," I told her. She scoffed, her lips thinned in displeasure. "You would say anything to get out of here, huh?" I shook my head, "No, I want to throw up." She shook her head in disgust and turned away from me just as Alice came in with yet another stale food. "Time to eat," she said in a singsong. "I don't want to," I said. "I wasn't giving you a choice. Don't make me shove it down your throat. You seem to get off on violence don't you?" she said as she patted my cheek. "I am not feeling well," I told Ali