35. Witness
Louis
Martina doesn’t leave the room, and in an odd way, I felt comforted that there was someone in the room with me—who was also held against her will. She’s held here against her will, just like her sister, Matilda, by the same man that took Ragna and me. And it’s obvious that she doesn’t want to leave the room, unless she must, which she is forced to do, to feed me.
I know it by her whole stance. It became a ritual of some sort for us, her, standing by the door, rolling her shoulders, and chewing her lower lip before even touching the doorknob. I watched her, and I knew she knew I was watching her, because what else would I be looking at. This room is filled with retro stuff that could barely hold anyone’s attention.
She doesn’t discuss anything with me other than what’s
