Chapter 21 Laundry room

　　In the small dark room, I felt the real hunger.

　　There was only one meal a day, a loaf of bread so dry that it turned to powder when I touched it, a glass of water, and no more.

　　When I got out, my legs were trembling like candles in the wind. I thought things would improve when I got out, but the facts told me they didn't.

　　Slaves still targeted me in prison, and my food was still withheld.

　　I was supported by the chocolate and glucose powder Xavier gave me, and I didn't even take their little tactic seriously, but now I realized how insidious it was.

　　I was so hungry that my eyes were black and I still had to complete my daily workload. Sometimes it was cleaning the whole packhouse, sometimes weeding with the lawn mower. I was too exhausted to complete the task, and the next day my already meager meals were cut in half again.

　　I would starve to death in the Sin Pack.

　　No, I had to live, I had to stay alive. Xavier was right, if I couldn't live, then I couldn't do anything.