I tried recalling how I got in here. Was I thrown down from above?
I stood up and stared at the ceiling for a long time, but because of the light, I couldn’t see anything else.
I noticed a serious problem – I was losing track of time.
And I was quickly getting hungry. Each time that happened, I would rush to the metal bowl and gulp everything down.
I did not produce any excretion since the soup was barely sufficient to keep me alive.
At times, the house would tremble so I was convinced that it was located in an earthquake-active zone.
Yet, I was unable to send any message out.
I could only wait for the metal bowl to be filled up, time and time again.
One thing I was thankful for, though, was that this meager amount of soup made me lose some weight.
I was looking forward to fitting into the hole.
I wanted so badly to see what was on the other end.
I hoped for it to be an exit since I really had no other way out.
