Noel was the only person in the spacious hospital room.
The instruments beside her beeped away, constantly reporting all sorts of information.
"...So we're making our move tonight."
Noel sighed and looked at the streaks of dust-laden rainwater running down the window. She reached out and gently stroked the glass, its cold touch seeming to tell her something.
Of course, windows couldn't talk. People simply couldn't help getting sentimental on rainy days.
Just like now.
"Miss Noel, it's time to eat."
Noel didn't turn around. Listening to the robot set the food on the table, she asked flatly, "When is Jonas coming?"
She hadn't suffered any abuse here. She had originally thought that after the notoriously vile Jonas captured her, he would do things like torment a disabled girl, make her inhale photographs that increased her sensitivity a hundredfold before taking pictures to send to Dorothy, or put her on the floor and film her walking on her hands. Instead, Jonas had put her in the best hospital room, and her meals weren't cheap nutrient solutions either.
That was precisely why Noel felt she had caused trouble for Dorothy.
There was no way he was feeding and housing her so well out of kindness. It was only because she could bring sufficient benefits to the Alt Conglomerate and District 25.
Noel would actually have felt better if she had simply been turned into a sex doll like an ordinary captive.
Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to go on a hunger strike-she ate properly when it was time to eat and rested properly when it was time to rest. Would expressing her stance through a hunger strike affect Jonas at all?
Ugh, he'd probably point at her and laugh out loud if he heard about it.
She was better off