The package shows an image of a tray with some type of steak, a side of carrots and peas, and a brownie for dessert. Looks appeasing, so I open the box. There’s a microwave nearby, so I put it in there for the designated time.

When the microwave beeps I grab the hot tray and place it on the table. Funny, they call them ‘TV dinners’ and I don’t have a TV. the room I’m stuck in doesn’t have one. Outside I hear screaming from someone. The sound reminds me of the current disaster I’m in.

I’m lucky the men in charge give me these rations. I could have starved in this barren room, locked in until things get better and I can freely leave this space.

The meat tastes odd, but what can I expect. These are trying times after all. I need to eat this stuff to survive. I quickly finish the meal in a couple of minutes. I place the empty tray near the door. My abductors take care of the junk. I lay on the metal floor and reflect how I got here.

The men broke into my house and sprayed something in my face. I blacked out and I woke up here. I hope every day that I will be free from this trafficking joint. But as the days go by my hope diminishes a little more.

After I-don’t-know-how-long one of my captors opens the hatch on the heavy door to my cell and replaces my finished meal with a fresh new box. I grab the box to see what food I will have.

The package shows an image of a tray with some type of steak, a side of carrots and peas, and a brownie for dessert. Looks appeasing, so I open the box. There’s a microwave nearby, so I put it in there for the designated time.