Once she figured it out, she stopped eating. She broke everything they gave her into pieces and flushed them down the toilet, and she kept hoarding the water bottles under her bed. She did not know how long she could hold out, but for the moment, her desire to be alert and aware of her surroundings outweighed her hunger.
She looked up at the sound of the door being unlocked. Mealtime again. It was the only way she had to measure the days, since she could not see the sky. As she had done the previous times, she put on a smile and prepared herself to try once again to talk to the person carrying the tray. They never answered her. They rarely even looked at her. That didn't matter.
Her smile disappeared when she saw who had the tray this time. Loki.