The Twelfth Day
Today was the twelfth day since Alyssa was kidnapped by them.
She had been living a life of hell all these times.
Her pendant was gone. Maybe they had figured out that it was some kind of tracker. Hence, they took it.
Her taser ring too was gone.
Now Alyssa was wearing a simple white and long hospital gown with her hairs open, falling on her face, and no jewelry on her.
She looked like a bag of bones.
Her eyes seemed hollow. The skin of her cheeks became so thin and without a layer of fat that they shrank, lining the cheekbones.
Her arms and legs became so thin that it could be broken completely with a snap.
Her hair that was long and luxurious soon turned rough with split ends.
Today too, like usual, a bag was attached to her veins, collecting blood.
They never give her food to eat. she would get whatever the body needs to not die, like some medicines, saline, and vitamins. That is passed directly into her blood.