Malcolm
I don’t understand. I went to bed with Celeste and I woke up in this padded room. It felt like days had gone by as I'd been banging on the door. I’m butt ass naked, I have a thin blanket, a bucket to sh*t and piss in that is almost full, and the smell in the room is almost unbearable, and a huge box with dude wipes. I’ve used those to wipe my ass and also my pits.
I’m brought a bottle of water and a piece of bread with a slice of cheese twice a day. The plate and bottle gets slid through a slot in the door. I’ve seen black boots and that’s it. If I count the plates, there are twelve, so I’ve been in this room for six days and no one has visited me.
I’m going out of my f*cking mind. How did I end up here? Suddenly, I hear a jangle of keys and the lock in the door clicks.
