"I try to keep kosher." Hannah said pointlessly as the food was served. She wasn't sure why she said it exactly. She didn't really expect him to change her food. Maybe she thought that he would say something. She so desperately wanted him to say something or to provide a little light. She...she couldn't believe that this was real still. She had to make it not be real. It was a practical joke. It was...it wasn't really what it looked like. If only the darkness and the quiet were broken, things would clear up. Things would be fine. This was only for a little while.

Hannah's naked body shifted in the darkness. She began to tentatively eat the meat that had been provided for her. Although shrouded by the absence of light, her well-formed posterior was thrust naturally upward as she leaned over her bowl. She didn't want to move on to the water. He had provided a fork for the meat but no class for the water. She would have to lean down and drink it like a dog. She wasn't thirsty enough yet and this would all be over soon, or so she kept telling herself. She reteated back and sat against the bars.

((OOC: What is the size of this cage?))