Colin
Hunger is the first thing that hits me. Not being alone, not the darkness, no the pain from my wrists. The hunger completely takes over, after day--fuck I don't even know.
I don't know how long I have been in this room. I don't know how long I have been lying in my own filth. I didn't even get a bathroom, I have no idea how long I have been here. The room is already smelling like piss and shit. I have been sitting in my own filth and no one has come in here to clean it up, or even make sure I am still alive.
I haven't seen the Omega.
I haven't even seen the Alpha that took the food. I have never felt as much humiliation as I do at this moment. I have never felt so alone. I have never felt so weak. There is nothing I can do and maybe I should have eaten when that boy asked me to. Maybe I should have listened because now it seems like they just want me to die. It seems like they don't care if I survive whatever this is.
