THE FOLLOWER'S GAME: CHAPTER 12 "Well," Stacey announced to the table. All the survivors were sitting around the dinner table, anxious to hear who would be thrown into the outhouse. The "executed", lets call them, stared through the glass of the outhouse. They were not being ki//ed in there, but the amount of food they were given was very little. The dinner which everyone else ate, which was very little in the first place, seemed like a feast to the hungry hostages. "Last night was rather interesting." Stacey continued. "I think everyone should give a big round of applause to our doctor, who actually saved the person who the murderer tried to ki//!" Everyone clapped, and Stacey continued. "Ayd, you are very lucky. Unfortunately, the police arrested the wrong person. Eoin!" Edmond came up behind Eoin and pulled him up by the back of his shirt's neckline. "No need to get aggressive, Edmond." Stacey wagged ehr finger at Edmond like he were a child, but she was smiling all the same. "I hope u ate well, Eoin, becuase you're going into the outhouse!" Edmond dragged Eoin over to the glass window/mirror. He placed his thumb on the corner of the glass, enabling a code that turned the window into a sliding door. Edmond pushed Eoin inside while quickly shutting the door and relocking it. "You may return to your rooms now. Listen out for an announcement at some point over the night!" Stacey waved them all out of the dining hall. After they left, she sat at the head chair. Waiters came out with a large feast and served it to her, but Stacey only ate a little. She was getting skinnier by the day, at a point that she had often become dizzy and weak. When the waiters had turned their heads, Stacey threw away the food. And when they'd returned, she'd smile and say she was full.
