Face looked up. He was alone. At last.
Sometimes he felt like they were shift-working on him. It could happen just any time of the day; or night. And it did happen just any time, day or night. And when it happened, it lasted for hours, at least that's how it felt.
Towards the end of these "dates", as they called it, he was numb, which was a good thing. But each time, when he thought they could rape him for days on end now and he wouldn't even notice, they stopped. They gave him time to recover; time to regain his senses. God knows, how they always knew, when to stop. But if God knew... Face drew a cross in the dirt, stared at it for a moment, then wiped it out. He had ceased to be a good Christian. Good Christians never despair.
Whatever made him think of the team just then he didn't know. He rarely thought of them anymore, because it simply served no purpose. For all he knew, they could all be dead and rotting by now. Or, of course, they could be in some other little dark cell, just like the one he was in. But that possibility was a slim one in comparison. Rotting woud be the better choice anyway.
The door was unbolted.
'Oh no,' Face thought. 'Not now, please, no... not now.'
And he was actually lucky this time. They were not coming for another of their sick "dates", but just to feed him. A dirty dish and a mug of water pushed in on a rusty tray, then the door was bolted again.
In the dim light that fell through the cracks in the door Face crawled over to the food. He felt uneasy, drinking the water. It was dirty and every now and then it had given him diarrhoea. But he had little choice in the matter, his body demanded fluids.
As for the food... Slop, just as usual. But when you're fed only every third or fourth day, you tend to eat just about anything. Face quickly poured the water and devoured the slop, before they might get the idea to take it away from him – which had happened, as a matter of fact. Since then all the food he got he swallowed in practically one go. Not the best for the digestion - neither the food itself nor the way of eating it - but still better than air.
TBC