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For fuck’s sake! What is this endless cycle of getting knocked out? It needs to stop. My side hurts because that bitch stabbed me. I never thought she would have it in her, to be honest, but hell, it’s kinda kinky when you think about it. I scan around the room, that’s if you can even call it that? It’s more like a janitor's closet than anything else.

Now, I'm left trying to figure out what to do from here. What’s the best way to navigate this? It’s clear that Donovan is the one who has me imprisoned in this grim, lifeless room, with chains shackling me to the wall. Who the fuck still uses chains in this day and age? He really should get with the times.

I thought he wanted me dead, yet here I am, alive and…well, still trapped. What twisted plans could he possibly have for me now? Is he just going to leave me here, locked away and utterly forgotten, as if that strategy had ever worked for him before?

It did for me, at least Grey is dead. That’s a weight off my mind in and of itself. That man really liked the sound of his own voice. My mother said he was a liar, and he proved that, especially with all the shit he was spewing. And trying to blame it all on her? Please. The son of a bitch couldn’t tell the difference between his ass and his elbow.

If this fucker Donovan wants to keep me alive, he better feed me. I’m starving, I can’t even remember when I ate last. A slice of bread would not go unnoticed about now.

What about prisoners' rights? Because there’s no comfort here. There’s not even a pot to piss in. What if I need to piss? Does he want me to piss myself? It’s not like I can move much in these chains.

I better stop thinking about it, otherwise I’ll need to go. I suppose I can just get comfortable before the ‘lord of the manor’ summons me. I need to be at my best when the time comes.