“Belvedere.” Scott blinked his eyes open to find Ellen standing before him. “Please let me down from here,” he demanded. She shook her head. “That’s not how it works.” Ellen pulled the table over and set a bag on it. She pulled out a bowl and a spoon, and the rich scent of country oatmeal filled his nose. “However, I will let you have your arm free to eat.” She bent forward and unlocked his right hand. “If you want me to stay healthy, you have to let me down,” he said. “To get a ...little exercise, to go to the bathroom, to bathe…” Ellen shook her head. “You kin pass water and defecate where ya are. The tree will absorb the nutrients quickly, you’ll see. It’s used ta getting a rich source of minerals and fertilizer here.” Rather than fight her overtly, Scott took a spoon of the oatmeal, and considered her words. Was this the main place where they kept prisoners then?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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