Sarah Svoboda

2123: Crittenton, Florence

Crittenton, Florence She was hungry again. It was coming in waves. She was amazed at how much the meaning of this sensation had changed. When she was a teenager, she had reveled in hunger. It was a victory. God, that was so long ago. Now, she started to cry, silently, while she thought about any possible way that she could convince them to give her food. There was no guard to offer sex to. There was no food in this building to steal. And there was so little outside left to run to. She had no leverage. There was nothing of herself to offer up; there was nothing left of her they needed.