Chapter Fourteen
I woke leaning against the wall. I tried to pull away from the cold clamminess, but my legs and arms refused to move. I tried to draw from the sunlight inside me to warm my limbs, but the light was weak. My legs refused to hold me up; they had become numb stumps that banged around clumsily. I ended up staying against the wall, relieving the tension on my manacles so they wouldn’t burn into my wrists. At least I could still feel my arms. I had to work my hands from side to side every few minutes to gain a little relief. Maybe I was starting to go a little mad, but I turned it into a song, a rhythm of jingling chains under my grunts and moans.
“Are you well?” Dominus’s voice was less scratchy than it had been. He sat up, then stood. “That is not a pretty song.”
I chuckled
