The first few days of Lazarus's imposed punishment have been the hardest. For the third time in my still young life, I feel small and helpless, trapped by other people's decisions and actions. First by that tyrant, Maximo who stole my parents from me, then during the challenge where Nate was also taken, and now my freedom. Chained by two separate links around my wrists that connect at the wall to satisfy Lazarus's sick idea of retribution. At least, when I tried to kill him, and then later leave him to the skinwalkers, he had a chance to come through on top. I however have no such luxury. Lazarus comes to his room during the late hours of the night. Only to sleep for a few mere hours before leaving again, like he doesn't have a person chained to his wall. He continues with his routine days
