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The Silent Treatment (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

Ryan deiced he needed another approach. He left her there for the rest of the night and the next morning, instead of going inside in with the bowl of oatmeal. He placed it and a bottle of orange juice in a small hatch in the wall. He closed the door on his side of the wall and the hatch opened to reveal the oatmeal and orange juice on her side of the wall.
 
She noticed the food and a bubble of dread began to inflate in her. She had never been alone. The man even was coming in and bringing her things to eat. She curled up and moved over to the food. She was detoxing so her mind began to fuck with her. Eating a few handfuls, she was too sick to use a spoon, she quickly threw up into the toilet and laid in a corner.
 
Ryan watched her throw up via the hidden cameras in her room and realized what was going on. She was detoxing. She was used to drinking and drugs. She wouldn't get any of those with him. So he decided to continue his plan of no contact with Rose. At lunch time he put a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a bottle of water in the slot.
 
Ryan continued to watch and listen to what was going on with Rose. He smiled as he thought this approach was working much better. At dinner time Ryan gave her another bowl of chicken noodle soup and a bottle of water.
 
Ryan felt bad for Rose. It must be tough for her to go through what she was going through. But he had a feeling that once she was done, She would be a much better person and she would have him to thank. That night while she slept, he came in her cell and did a quick cleaning and took out the dirty dishes and empty bottles. The next morning, a bowl of raisin bran was waiting for her in the slot.
 
Ryan watched as he saw Rose crying... She looked like she needed a hug. Ryan decided to try something. He walked into her cell. He walked up to her and sat down next to her. Then he went to try and hug her.
 
Ryan gave Rose a nice friendly hug. They hugged for a few moments and then he broke the hug. He stood up and went over to the slot. He brought the bowl of raisn bran over he sat back down and put a a spoonful up to her lips.
 
Ryan went over to Rose and gave her a comforting pat on the back. Then he left to let her rest. He returned a few hours later with a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
 
Ryan shook his head when she told him to kill her. He knew that she was still detoxing. He was committed to helping her get better. He took a spoonful of soup and placed it up to her mouth.
 
And so it continued for the next three days, Ryan would continue to feed Rose, and slowly she started to get better. It was the start of her sixth day with Ryan. He walked into her cell with a bowl of oatmeal. He sat down next to her and got ready to start feeding her.
 
Ryan didn't answer her. He just continued to feed her. He knew that she had to eat to build up her strength.
 
Ryan smiled when she called him her angel. Once the bowl of oatmeal was gone, he blindfolded her and brought her to her feet. He then escorted her out of the cell and to a bathroom.

He removed the blindfold. The bathroom was very simple. There was a shower stall with clear glass, a tub, a sink with her favorite toothpaste and a fresh toothbrush, and a toilet. On the toilet seat there was a set of clean clothes in Rose's size. A simple blue blouse, a black pleated skirt that would reach her knees, a blue satin and lace bra, a pair of blue satin and lace panties, and a pair of black Mary Jane flats.

She could see was provided with her favorite shampoo, conditioner and soap. He stood there and waited for her to say if she would like to shower or take a bath.
 
She groaned. Her legs trembled. She moved into the shower bracing herself on the wall and turned on the water. Unable to help herself she sank down and began to cry feeling so refreshed and sage for the first time in her life.

After a while she pulled herself up and slowly began to wash herself.
 
Ryan watched as she removed her clothes. He put them in a hamper. He would dispose of them. To him those clothes represented her old life. From now on she would only wear what he gave her. He was a bit worried when she sank down on her knees and started to cry. But he could tell from the look on her face that they were tears of joy. She slowly got to her feet and started to wash herself. He smiled. He got her some towels out of the closet.
 
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