I had managed to fall asleep after he left. The thought of sleeping while he sat opposite me, staring like a hawk, was unbearable. When I woke, he was gone. The room was bathed in a yellow glow from the morning light filtering through the window. I tried to move as I was feeling some pain in my left hand, but I was still tied to the bed frame. Hunger gnawed at me, but I wouldn't eat a morsel unless he let me go. Hopefully soon, because I couldn't bear going days without food or water.
I struggled to stay awake, battling the pain that pulsed through my body, especially the throbbing headache. My throat burned with thirst, and my wrists ached from being restrained. The stale environment made me feel nauseous, but despite my efforts, I drifted off to sleep.
A loud bang against the bed jolted me awake. Confused, I looked around to see him holding a rod he must have found somewhere.
"Get up, you sleep too much," he ordered harshly.