They both moved through the next two weeks without incident.
At least, Liam did.
Phatima had the struggle of her life getting back into the bed once she left it, but with every day that passed, it became easier and easier.
By the end of the second week, she was mostly walking to and from where she had to go.
She wasn’t confident enough to leave the room just yet, especially knowing that there were other men traversing the mansion. But she felt an eagerness she hadn’t felt in a long time and a strength returning to her that she missed.
When she finally built enough courage to look at herself in the mirror again, she was happy to say that she finally looked about the same weight she was before she starved. She couldn’t boast of the dexterity she used to feel, but her limbs weren’t so
