Chapter Eighteen
Christines Habit Is Fitted
Christine
Chained to the wall by my neck and Bar, I could do nothing but wait for the next act to begin. Suddenly everything went black in the already dimly-lit room and endless eons later, for my Master had not allowed any stimulation from my Uniform, my vision cleared and I stared out at the silent world of the Playroom. Both he and Danielle stood before me, while beyond them, against the wall, stood what to all intents and purposes was a Nun.
It was Antonia!
She had been enfolded in a long, concealing Habit and stood quietly, with head bowed as though in prayer. She wasnt still though for her long skirts swayed slightly. She, like I, was still continually obligated to take small paces to maintain her balance on the ballerina points of
