He was being tortured.
He sniffed as cooking smells drifted tantalizingly around his nostrils.
He'd been in this room now for three hours.
He'd not been allowed food or drink.
He'd had no breakfast and he was starving now.
He looked at the clock, another thirty minutes
to the end of the exam and lunchtime.
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