Kaya's POV. 

 

"Here's your food, Rag." The man in front of me speaks in a tight voice. 

 

It is no hindrance that he doesn't want me to be fed. He would enjoy it as I rot away in that one position that they've had me in for about a day now. 

 

I scramble on the ground as soon as the plate rattles onto the floor, licking clean the meat soup with a spoonful of rice from the rest of the plate. 

 

I did see the man spitting into it before he handed it over to me, and he didn't even exactly hand it over but threw it to the ground. 

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