During this time his hands were un-bound, but not his legs. Marc's wrist always hurt, carpal tunnel or something from long ago. He ate hurriedly, but cautiously, still worried from the first times.
"How long has it been?"
"A few weeks now, maybe more, whose to say, you can leave at anytime, just tell me what I need to know."
In the beginning he wouldn't feed Marc, or he'd leave out moldy old bread. He starved Marc giving him only what he needed to survive and nothing else.
Now he changed, he gave Marc a full meal.
"I told you I need more time."
"You want them to find you? Time I have all of it, don't you worry about that. I just want to know who are you? Where did you come from? Its easy questions Marc."
Marc was done with his meal faster than he meant. The wrist braces came back on.
"We'll talk later, I've got things to take care of, maybe a
Bloomingfoods
pit stop."
Marc looked away, he moved his hands. Tighter than last time, or was it the food.
Stephen climbed the stares then closed the door, the sound of locks was followed by receding footsteps, and then Marc was alone.
