It took some time before everything returned to their usual state.
I made my way to the couch, where I promptly slid down, laid down, and did not move while staring helplessly at the dark gray ceiling above me. Less movement may save some energy.
The entrance to the basement was slowly and softly opened about two in the morning, producing a towering, black shadow. Oxford Shoes of the highest quality suddenly materialized before me while I was still sleeping and moved closer and closer till his slim frame enveloped my whole body in it.
Sean Matthews seemed to be in the process of devouring everything as he fixed his very dark eyes on me.
When I first opened my eyes, I felt a bit out of it.
What I noticed was the ceiling, which had a dark gray color. When you turn around, you’ll see that it’s a wine cellar that’s impossible to fly through.
I heaved a sigh. I had a dream that I had traveled through time and was now surrounded by joyful children.
Wake up, I had only disappointment.
I touched the cell phone next to me and looked at the time. It was 10 o’clock in the morning.
However, no one has brought any food.
I rubbed my empty tummy and then sat up straight. My eyes expanded all of a sudden. I couldn’t wait to find out what we were going to eat.
But as of right now, I don’t have anything to eat.
Since I don’t eat or drink until the third day, I’m scared I’ve already exceeded the body’s threshold for endurance.
I have the ability to hold out for a week if there is water.
And would you want some wine with that?
How long is it expected to last?
I suppose it won’t be too terrible.
I made my way to the wine cabinet with a feeble gait. I really underestimated how much my body could take. Now I’m too weak. It just takes a little wind to knock me off my feet.
I don’t comprehend wine. I picked up a bottle that had a golden top and it was so heavy that I was on the verge of bringing myself to the floor.
Because I was unable to support my body, I had no choice but to sit on the ground with a bottle opener and remove the cap off the bottle.
It took me over 10 minutes to remove the cork from the bottle of wine. I felt like I was about to pass out, and there was a thin layer of perspiration on my forehead.
I’m no longer hunting for a cup. I’ve given up. I don’t even bother holding the bottle down when I sip.
“Hmm…” The wine has a robust flavor, but at the same time, I may consider it to be the water that keeps me alive. After making a frowning face, I poured it into my stomach.
Hunger dulls my taste receptors. Even the most expensive wine that I regularly consume has the consistency of water.
After finishing off the first half of the bottle, I found myself focusing on the wine rack. Why do I stick to just one kind of wine when there are so many others out there to choose from?
I got up, had quite a few glasses of wine, and then I got back up and came back.
I stood there transfixed, staring at the bottle of wine sitting all by itself in the wine cabinet’s wine trough. Is it better to drink from this bottle?
As a result, I used a bottle opener to get the wine open, and then I drank it.
“Well, it’s not delicious…” After taking two sips, I purposefully poured the remainder of the wine into the ground, stood up, and got ready to crack open another bottle of wine.
I can’t believe I haven’t been able to track down a decent bottle!
After selecting yet another bottle of wine, I opened it while seated on the ground.
Since I started doing it this way, I’ve already opened more than 10 bottles of wine in a row. It’s like trying to drink. I drink more if it’s good, and less if it’s bad.
At long last, the stomach is satisfied, but I sensed an increase in strength, and the whole body swayed horribly.
Simply lay down on the ground and get some rest.
I was inebriated.
point of view of Sean Matthews
When I returned from the top group at four or five in the afternoon, I tossed my coat to Fred Moore, who was standing next to me, and tugged my tie, which was unkempt and wild.
“How’s it going?”
I think he knows what I’m talking about.
Fred Moore, who was aware of who I was requesting, kneeled down and said, “Mr. Matthews, the grotto is completely silent. Since yesterday, she has not been as loud as usual.”
I was lost in thought, Three days is the limit without taking in water. It seems to me that she does not even possess the power to cause any problem.” Fred Moore said.
After turning around, I went down the stairs directly to the basement.
Fred Moore quickly followed.
The bodyguard was watching and opened the door .
As soon as I step in.
There was no sign of Donna Davis anywhere that I could see. A robust aroma of wine was the first thing that hit me in the face.
When I went inside, I was a bit taken aback by the spectacle that I saw.
Fred Moore, who had followed in, realized what had taken place, and he proceeded in search of Donna Davis.
The first thing that caught my attention was the disorganized pile of empty wine bottles that had been left on the floor next to the wine cabinet. They were empty since the wine contained inside them had been consumed.
These wines are either priceless or highly prized, yet for some reason they are being handled in such a careless manner.