KARENSA
It'd been a week since he caught me and chained me to his bed. Each day before he left, he would wipe me down and change my clothes. At first, I tried to go hungry until my stomach protested. He fed me three times daily, or four depending on how hungry I was. I'd only had a bathe once, and that was four days ago.
It ended with him getting enough wounds on his torso to last him a lifetime. I bet he would never let me clean again.
I lay back on the bed as my mind went on another trip like it did each day. Spending the entire week in the house practically drove me to the point of insanity. It reminded me of the time before I escaped. The only difference was how he cared for me. He never let me hurt myself and didn't yell at me when I tried to injure him. He treated me so well tha
