Dahlia does not remember sleeping off, but when she wakes, it is to find herself on the floor at the foot of her bed, ravenously hungry. There is a jangle of keys from outside and she jerks upright and stands hurriedly, eyes locked on the door which swings open to reveal the same woman from the day before. When she sees her hovering again with her fists at the ready she tsks and shakes her head.
"One would think you would have learnt your lesson." She says and moves to the tub with her full bucket of water. No little girls today, she guesses they are no longer needed to keep her in line. She wishes she had listened to the woman and taken their Master a little more seriously.
Her hand instinctively goes up to her nape to press down on it and she feels nothing. Apart from the initial burn
