I desperately need rescuing. I try to get up from the bed and pace several times, but I’m held by the restraints. After Osamu and his people visited me here a few hours ago, they left the door open. Every so often a guard walks by and checks to make sure I’m still here. Where else would I be going? I’m embarrassed, though, when a consort comes by to stare at me from the door. Don’t worry, ladies. I’m disgusting. I doubt I’ll be taking time away from your precious Osamu.
Gross. Passive, Sanaa. Dunes, deep blue sky.