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Mr. Ratski turned and left,
"Niether of you get food until you learn to not spit!" he shouted. He came back with two dog bowls filled with water,
"This is all you get, and you don't get to be untied." he said angrily.
((Its okay i know how it feels to be sick))
"Really, i am not going to drink outta that disgusting thing," I yelled. I couldn't even image drinking out of a bowl without being able to use my hands at least.
"And we can't help spiting because of those things you put in our mouths," I added angrily.
The man shrugged,
"I don't care, suit yourselves. You're stuck here until I've decided I've made my point. If you decide to dehydrate yourself and die then so be it." Mr. Ratski said. Saige stayed silent at least as words were concerned. She was too busy spitting and coughing blood up from he rinjured mouth.
"Ash, don't, you'll make it worse." she whispered to her friend through cut up lips.
"Im sorry but its disgusting and dirty to drink out of," i said quietly so Mr. Ratski couldnt hear.
"What if he never lets us go," i asked Saige?
"You don't have to drink out of it." Saige said, she eyed teh dog dishes, they were rather dirty with no one knows what. She didn't want tod rink from it either,
"We're gonna get out of here, just sit tight, we'll think of something." Saige said.
"Bu what if we don't like this guy is really mad at people always coming in his home," I said not trying to get louder but did.
i tried to get up off the bed even though my legs were tied but something held me back from doing that, i looked behind me and theres a rope holding to the bed.
"Seriously, we cant even get to the bowls if we even wated to," I screamed.
"Ash, calm down, OK. We'll get out of this, I promise I'll try as hard as we can to get us out of here." Saige said softly. Trying to comfort and calm her friend.
"As for tehw ater bowls, he just wants control, probablyw ants us to ask or beg to be allowed to drink." Saige said, "Some of my stepfathers have beenc ontrolling jerks to...somtimes you just gotta let them have their way, but sometime syou gott afight." Saige explained,
"But i really dont want to drink out of the nasty bowl," I said to Saige.
"PLease give us some water we cant get to the bowls," i pleaded Mr. Ratski to give us.
Mr. Ratski turned and walked back when Ash cried out,
"I will move the bowl so you can drink form it...would you like thta?" he hissed.
"There is no other way I would allow you too drink." he added cruelly, standing up.
Mr. Raksti moved the bowls closer to us so we could drink out of them.
"Thanks," i said tried not to smile as he fell for my beging.
"Could we have some food to," i asked very softly but loud enough for him to hear.
Saige took a drink of the water, thogh it tasted nasty,
"We need a plan." Saige said. "He was weapons and such in that cabinet if only we could get over to it." she said, noddi towards the large cabinet/closet that the totture tools had been puled out of.
i took a drink to make it look like i trusted him.
"Yea i think we should earn his trust back and get food were pretty weak right now," i said quielty so Mr. Raksti.
"If you promise not to spit anymore maybe you guys can have some food but the only way your eating it is by me feeding you," the Man said.
I shoke my head yes.
Saige shook her head,s he didn't want to eat,s he wasn't hungry after being whipped.
Mr. Ratski left adn came back with slop or somesort,
"Open up." he siad. The slop was some sort of oat meal made with vineager and too much salt. It would get the person who ate it very thirsty and would aggravate the cuts in her mouth.
"Umm.... wh," i tried to say but he shoved the slop into my mouth.
"Swallow the outmeal. Now!," He commanded.
I did and it killed my throught. I didnt spit it out though then said, " That was great!"
"Stop being sarcastic," he said as he backhanded me.
Saige watched quietly. She didn't say anything, not wanting to risk getting anything shoved down her throat. She waited until Mr. Ratski left the room again and went back to the mansion, leaving Ash and Saige alone,
"Can we get to the cabinet?" Saige asked quietly.
"I dont think so, our hands are still tied to the rail of the bed," i said though i was losing my voice.
I could barely talk after i had said that. The oatmeal must have been to weaken our voice so we cant talk. Great!
Ash's voice sounded bad, probably the oatmeal and hurt her throat. Form the smell of it it was salty and had a lot of vineagar in it. Saige was glad she hadn't had any.
"O, we'll figure something out." Saige said. She satrted to wriggle her wrists and moved her body closer to the head of the bed, hoping to try and untie herself.