Fifteen
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THE NEXT WEEK passed without incident.
Each day, Monster came to see her, allowing her out of the room and into the rest of the house. She came across Tudor on several occasions, and met an old Hispanic woman with tiny feet who had not only been bringing her meals, but also cooking them.
Monster introduced the woman as Marianna. Marianna smiled shyly at Lily, and bobbed her head in a greeting.
Why was the woman not frightened of him? Just like Tudor, the other woman who worked for Monster appeared to only have affection for her boss.
Though she still suffered nightmares of her experience when she’d been at the mercy of Cigarette Hands, she stopped thinking about home, and started to think of the room as her room, the bed as her bed.
Several times each day, she went
