REN
I poured more red flakes into the boiling water, once again letting out a loud sneeze through the makeshift nose mask I had constructed from a napkin I found in the kitchen.
The more of the red flakes I added, the darker the mixture grew, matching the deepening scowl on my face as the corner of my lips twitched cynically, my gaze locked on that blasted door.
My nose ran from inhaling too much of the heat, the interval between my coughs had reduced to five seconds. But who cared!
I wiped my nose with the sleeve of one of Mr Yichen's shirts which I was wearing because I had nothing else to wear.
'Everything will be provided' he said. What about fucking clothes, huh? What was a guy to do for a whole entire fucking week without a fucking wardrobe?!
I stirred the mixture. I was busting myself out today by hook or crook. I couldn't take one more second in this room. And Mr Yichen had clearly forgotten about me.
