You try your best

You awake and check the date, laughing in disbelief. You've done it! Today is the sixth day! You jump out of bed with more energy than you have had since Angel revealed your curse. Angel. What a hot piece of ass. You would love to--Damn! These thoughts still haven't abated it seems. Despite this, the past few days have actually been rather smooth.

Having settled into a routine, you had been waking up just after dawn to feed Anne and give her water. For the first couple days, Anne was playful and aggressively lusty, but, having seen your disinterest as you simply fed her, checked her restraints, and left her side, she had just been grumpy. After feeding Anne, you would eat your own soup (God, if you had to eat anymore soup, you think you'd retch) and try not to daydream. Killing time was the difficult part, as the cabin lacked any form of engrossing entertainment besides the TV. Sometimes just checking out was possible, but every once in a while, you longed for some more...hands on fun. Fortunately, this routine worked to get you this far. It seems you don't have to go much further, you think as you pull out your phone.

As you are about to wake up the screen, you notice your reflection...your eyes are demonic again. Shit. It seems Lucifer has been watching you.

You shake your head and look down, nearly dropping your phone as it rings. The caller reads UNLISTED.