Ben. Either you eat or I'm having you strapped to an IV. I'm not feeling particularly sympathetic towards you right now, whether Bucky is gone or not. [Rhade turns to pace the cells, hating that he has to be down here with Ladd at the same time. The man makes him nauseous.]
You have a curfew now. You will be held in your room from 2100 to 0930. I'm having a lock installed on your door.
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