Chapter 107 Make The Choice

• *Sandra's POV*
• Lying there feeling dizzy and starving, but I ain't in the mood to chow down. On that lumpy mattress, I'm feeling like I'm vanishing into thin air. There's some chatter outside the door, but I can't make out a word.
• Then this chick strolls in, plops down a couple of bread slices and water on the chair. "It ain't laced with poison," she quips. I just shoot her a glance with my eyeballs practically rolling into my skull. Grab the H20, but it's like trying to swallow a brick.