Chapter Twenty Three
Ever was blindfolded, her wrists manacled by chains to the brass headboard of Stroud’s bed. Apart from the small scene enacted before Caroline on the patio, there hadn’t been any intensive play between them in several weeks.
Yet, for the past two nights, she’d been locked in the tiny cell down the hall from Stroud’s room. He’d stripped her of everything but the collar and cuffs, but she’d been free within the confines of the room. In silence she wandered the perimeters of her cell, learning it from every angle. She spent time at the window, up on tip toe. From there she had an abbreviated moonlit view of the neighbor’s garden and one frail, stick-like sapling that was coming into bloom with the change of season.
She looked out and looked in, in at a small example of
