Chapter Four
Lonely Cage
I woke the following morning with a sense of hope. My muscles and joints were aching from the night in the small cage, having to curl up in the limited space in order to achieve any sleep.
I recognised a rare over-powering hunger. All I had consumed since around 6pm last night was the water from the bottle attached to the side of the cage, which increasingly reminded me of the bottle on the side of a Hamster cage.
I thought about the last twenty-four hours and its’ over-powering loneliness. After her thrashing, Freda had come down, with a tray of juice, coffee and croissants and only spoke to me briefly and quietly.
“Mistress is in a foul mood this morning. We haven’t even played. She says you are to experience a full twenty-four hours here. You are allowed to
