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My good health is not iet fed, but not consistently My ribs stick out, and my knees are bony Most meals are rice, sooat meat Water is plentiful but tastes like rust I have to force myself to drink it My urine is as brown as the water, and I’
It’s so I’ve come to accept
Lowering back down to ainst the cold dirt wall and pull the other blanketabout le they can to findevery possible govern the saiven up on me the way I have They’ll never rest until they have closure about me That makes my heart hurt for them, because I’m like a needle in a haystack, stuck in a hole in the middle of the Syrian desert I’m unobtainable
I hear voices outside the hut, but I can’t understand Arabic at all No way could I even begin to distinguish the dialect
As best I can tell, there are always two guards and they rotate every few days One is usually ahile the other will sleep on the floor of the hut Soain, presuuards and drop off supplies
They never talk to me, and I don’t necessarily think it’s because they don’t speak English so much as I’m a non-entity to them Just a prisoner who they round They don’t consider nore each other I think they can tell just by looking attio
Footsteps scuff over the desert pavement as someone comes into the hut, and a man’s face appears above me
Bill peers down at me
Well, not really I don’t know their naain, I’ve given them monikers myself
Bill is actually the nicest ofthe bucket that holds e and hand it to me so it doesn’t spill He’s also the only one who ever lets me out of the hole, but I don’t think it’s because he has a heart
He only takes me out so I can shit or piss on the desert floor rather than in my bucket, which he eventually has to clean out
He has no food in his hands, but heif I’d like to go outside to relieve myself
I never o or not, so I nod quickly
Bill is a big man, and he knows I’ froe of the hole When he issues an order—even though I’—I knoants ether so he can tie theers so he can diligently work rope around them
When they’re secure, he hops down into the hole and releases the lock that secures the bracket around my ankle that hooks to the thick chain
Without a sound, he stoops, puts his hands together, and—as I’ve done on many other occasions—I put my foot in thees to launchthe breath out of e, and he easily vaults out of the hole behind me
He roughly grabs h shove, he propels , but it’s refreshing at the sae of strength Should I turn and attack hiun away?
My gaze lands on his partner—my other captor who on sooat I’d kill for a bite, but I knoon’t be offered
Unexpectedly, Bill shovesdown on one knee I’ ago stopped caring that I don’t even have the strength to stay on et pushed