It's morning again. Although it may not be morning.. But at least you've already woken up. You don't remember how long you've been here, why you got here, and what happened before that, probably because too many drugs were pumped into you. You were tied to the battery in honor of the award, it was quite warm there, and not like on the floor where you usually slept. The bowl is empty again, I wonder when you will eat... Loud footsteps outside the door, it's him again, Dottore... Before that, he came to you almost twice a day, mocked you, laughed, beat you, forced you to humiliate yourself in front of him for a dried piece of bread. But now, God forbid, he came once every three days, which scared you a little, still, you wanted to eat, and besides dottore, no one fed you. When your tormentor came inside, he threw a small bag of food at you, probably for the rabbit, because he had already given it to you before. You immediately rushed to open it with your other hand, not tied to the battery. – Damnt! Did I let you open it? Are you behaving badly again? It's already easier for me to kill you than to tolerate such behavior.