Chapter Twelve
Madness in the Moonlight
I was back on the porch once Bellis fed me a breakfast of cold toast and some lousy oatmeal, which I was required to eat from a dog dish in his kitchen.
“Nice to see you so submissive. You musta learned a few things while you were gone.” I sensed a little fondness in his tone that made me shudder in all the worst ways. I was suspicious of this kind of talk, and sensed that he wasn’t so eager to use me up and spit me out as he suggested the day before.
Back on the porch, I was chained to the railing again, the collar still circling my throat. I sat with my back to the cabin wall and watched the man go in and out, tending to whatever was important to him. When he took a break from his work to smoke a joint or light his pipe, he’d toss off a few mor
