Coco and Philip

It's one week now Charles had been locked up by Scott. Scot put him in a smaller place. The room size is very tiny like a hole. The only thing one could freely do in the shit hole called room is stretch one hand. Two hands can't be stretched at the same time.

Charles who was 6.7fit tall can not stand up straight in the room. He scratches the bare floor with his bumbum just to move around.

Scot gave him food once a day, just so he doesn't die. Left alone he wouldn't give him food at all. Talking about food, he eats just three slices of bread with roughly scrambled egg. His meal has never changed, it remains the same, the food is thrown in through the window and most times it gets scattered.

Charles already knows that he gets three slices of bread so each time it comes, he counts the bread first and if not complete, he will have to kneel down and with his hands he will search for the scattered bread on the floor. Taking his bath or brushing his teeth was a big luxury.

Charles regretted
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