'Let us get to business,' he continued. 'It seems that our plan has been unsuccessful... To think that you would eat your own mother and then kill your only source of information was indeed a surprise. We thought we had you and your delusions under control, yet it seems that we have been underestimating you.' He rested his arms on the table and took a deep breath. 'Why don't you speak?' He spoke with a smile.
I wanted to answer. I really do. I want to speak but I can't. Not when I'm hungry. I'm so hungry that I want to puke. I feel like drowning, my stomach aches, my head aches, my body is weak...
'Are you hungry?' He asked me, almost with a sense of pity.
I glared at him. I could feel my body heating up. I was weak yet I was excited.
'Alright, I'll feed you, because we have a long day ahead of us waiting to be unfolded.' He stood up and went towards the wall behind him. He knocked three times to it and then turned to his right.
He walked five steps forward and stood still.
The wall moved and I saw a hall as white as the white room from my memory. This room is also fully white. So clear and shiny.
A man appeared in the hallway. He was in black. I couldn't see his face, only the shape of his body. He was holding a tray and on it was something covered by a metal bowl.