I didn’t even know how long he left me in that room alone. It could have been a few hours or a few days, everything was blending together. I wasn’t tied to the bed anymore and I had the liberty to move around, although I couldn’t. Lying in fetal position was the only thing that stopped me from wanting to throw up. The shakes were getting worse and my body felt like it was crumbling from the inside out. My bones hurt, and I would go from sweating to freezing cold. My body couldn’t decide what state it wanted to be in other than miserable. I heard the door unlock, followed by footsteps. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. “You haven’t moved at all,” he announced. “No shit,” I grumbled. The shakiness in my voice was apparent. He threw something on the bed and I glanced at it from the corner of my eye. I knew that bottle. I quickly tried to turn around to grab it. “You’re pathetic.
