I wonder how many days have passed since I got locked up in here. I've stopped counting. I've lost the desire to count.
I'm not restrained by ropes or chains. I haven't said or done anything to warrant this. The fox-eared guy will occasionally hold my hand, caressing it gently. That's all he does. Nothing more, nothing less. But still, he won't let me out.
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