I awoke to the sound of a loud knock at the door. Room service. He had ordered enough food for five people and for a moment, I wondered if he planned to return. But I knew he wouldn’t. He was giving me space to process.
After what I’d experienced the night before, I should have been starving, almost ravenous. But I wasn’t that hungry. I felt sated…in a strange sort of way. I noshed for a bit on the plates before me and then I ventured into the bathroom for a shower.
I stood there and looked in the mirror and outwardly, I didn’t really look any different. I felt different. I felt more aware. I was beginning to notice an outline of a small bruise on my neck when I noticed something on the counter by the sink. He had left me a note: “You will need to use…
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