Chapter 34
For the first week, Stefan mostly healed, and adjusted.
The routine was gentle, but rigid. He slept in the cage in the wardrobe. It had been lined with pillows and a duvet, and was long enough to stretch out. But it was pitch-dark, and—of course—inescapable. And the times he was put in and let out again were non-negotiable…to the point where he had to crawl out one morning, face burning with humiliation, and admit that he’d wet the sheets.
“Best put them in the wash then, hadn’t you?” was Daz’s dismissive reply.
He ate what and when he was told. The first time he tried to refuse a meal, he was starved for the following day. The only thing he had unlimited access to was water from the bathroom taps. He had been locked out of the kitchen, and the bathroom cabinet was padlocked
