*** Lisa's POV ***
This was bullshit! Did Damian expect me to run off with a fractured foot? I angrily plucked at the grass as I glared towards the woods. Damian had demanded I have a leash put on my ankle, so I didn't run off. Christian held onto the end of it. Karen bandaged my foot this morning after bringing me breakfast, which consisted of eggs and homemade strawberry apple sauce. A mangled-looking brown chicken confidently struts on by with its one goofy eye. I guess Damian told the guys we needed a chicken so I could have fresh eggs. Not like he had a choice. Karen tore him a new asshole. Thank God she was here with me. Supposedly, Christian found the chicken at the farmer's market. The farmer was giving it away for free because the other farm animals were creeped out by the chicke
