After the old lady walking out of the room , I slowly made my way to bathroom totally ashamed of myself. While inside the bathroom, the first thing I got was the spare toothbrush that was on the counter. I vomited few hours ago and my mouth was sour. I coated the brush excessively without minding. I groaned out when the minty flavor coated my teeth and tongue , it felt good to have some thing clean in my mouth after all those days. 

Never thought that a menial thing as brushing my teeth would hit me hard with such relief. Never would have thought of myself sold to werewolves...