Amelia lay in her cell, staring up at the ceiling, her face vacant, eyes dull, not a hint of awareness showing. She had retreated to a small corner of her mind. Away from the excruciating pain, her world had narrowed to when her master was present. At first, she had believed that her master didn’t realise that she was still there and aware. Then, by degrees, she worked out that it was yet another method he used to torment and crush her will. She learned that he could control her, force her to act. Images flicked in her mind of the things she had done, causing tears to trickle down her face.
She had found herself over the fallen bloody body of a man who’d been viciously stabbed and slashed multiple times. He’d almost been dissected with surgical precision. She hadn’t just been unaware, or
