'Four months?' The woman gasped, a wrinkled hand over her chest, lips trembling. 'Straight? How ... how do you know? Are you sure?'
'They documented every day and then made me watch it later on.' I said, scratching the back of my head. 'I am sure it is four months.'
'Did you not eat?'
I look her dead in the eyes, not wanting to get graphic, especially with Yale beside me, getting even more tensed the more I talked.
Sure it bothered me to no end and I know that sugar coating it is not going to change anything, in fact, it is better if I am honest about everything but ... I do not need to subject her to this.
I am sure this woman will understand just how brutal those people can get and I can tell by that horrified expression of hers that she realises what happened to me.
She even looked at the girl beside me with pity, tone of voice turning soft almost immediately.
