Day Three.
For three days, other than the kidnappers occasionally giving her a few sips of water to keep her alive, she hadn't eaten anything at all.
She was now extremely hungry, and somewhat faint due to thirst, barely holding on by sheer willpower. The splinter in her hand was something she'd casually pulled off while previously tied to a chair, and now the stone she was using had rounded edges, making it very difficult to cut through the ropes. Moreover, as she rubbed it against the ropes, she also abraded her palms. Her hands were full of wounds, her fingers had been chafed to the point of bleeding and scabbing over long ago, but at the time she had no other choice.
At this moment she knew very clearly, that no matter what, she must stay conscious—she cannot die here!
By the third night.
