Amelia lay on the bed, exhausted. At least now she wasn't bound, although she had no desire to leave this room that was her life. She pushed away thoughts of the past and the life that she had led—that would only drive her mad. Right now, the only world she could contemplate was the one she found herself in at this time. This bare, stark room, grey rock walls unadorned with anything to break the monotony.
After what seemed like months, she had finally been given some peace. She had stopped trying to fight Kevin; though she shuddered at the thought, she had to acknowledge that Kevin was actually her master. Even when she had conceded to his will, her treatment had been an agony, her mind and body bathed in fire as he stripped the layers of her mind like stripping the petals of a flower to
