The room's only window has been bricked up, but there's a gap in the top right corner. A little ray of sunshine comes through every morning, travels across the dusty floor in a narrow sliver of light, then disappears. Most of the time it's dark, though.
She brings him food, sometimes, and women. They're all skinny, and he doesn't know how much she pays them. He doesn't really care; in the dark, they could all be her.
At first, he screamed, cursed, begged. She only shrugged. "You wanted us to be happy in a back room. Aren't you happy, Marian?"
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