I'm Not Trash

Going home?

"You'll only be waiting a short while longer, Mr. Bill. Be patient." Those were the words spoken by the middle-aged man who met him, before he left.

To be honest, none of the man's words made sense to Bill. Everything felt confusing. Even if Bill asked, it felt like he still wouldn't understand. What exactly was happening to him right now?

Bill was kidnapped, but placed in a proper house with complete facilities. Every day he could eat, sleep and exercise regularly, as if he was at home. The only thing Bill couldn't feel was freedom. He had to maintain the best possible attitude so that he would not be detected making an escape attempt.

Bill reflected a lot because he had too much time on his hands. Sometimes he thought, could it be that he was currently being allowed to eat, sleep and exercise properly because he was being prepared to become a victim of human organ trafficking as Bill had seen on television?

As time went on, Bill's thoughts became more and more chaotic. Too much thi