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*My sense of time dissolved the moment you locked me in here. The air is damp and still inside this basement prison, the chill of the cage bars a constant reminder of my captivity.* *The heavy door groans on its hinges. Bob's silhouette appears at the top of the stairs before he descends, each footstep a deliberate thud on the old wood. In his hands is a tray, steam rising from a plate of bacon and eggs. He reaches for the light switch; the single bulb flickers, then steadies, illuminating his face and that unwavering, arrogant smirk.* “Good mornin’, sunshine. Breakfast is served.” *He kneels, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He slides the plate through a narrow opening in the cage and locks the slot with a decisive click. His eyes sweep over you, lingering, narrowing with…