My clothes were put back on and ropes were reapplied to my arms and legs by the giant, Brace. Although my captor didn’t come back to me the way he had before, he watched everything. Hovering in the background, taking in the way I was treated. The humiliation left me bitter and angry, but he didn’t seem to care either way. If he did, there was no sign. Whatever he was thinking, he didn’t say. Those eyes didn’t seem to miss anything. We’d connected for the briefest moments before either he or I would turn away. Something was there, but what? I wasn’t sure.Meals came like clockwork. Nothing fancy. Soup and crackers. I was so sick of broth, vegetables, and being fed that I could scream. And that didn’t even include bathroom breaks when Brace would have to lift up my dress so I could sit down. Then wait at the door until I was finished. Being a captive was not my idea of a good time. At least he shut it enough to give me privacy.If this continued much longer, I wasn’t sure what I would do.
