She didn't want to get up and face the day. She was lucky that she escaped without being raped, but she was feeling traumatized by her situation. She locked her door and wasn't letting anyone in, no matter how much the women knocked and pleaded. They went away eventually. Mikael hadn't shown up yet, but she wouldn't be able to turn him away. She didn't want to face anyone. She felt dirty. She couldn't help replaying certain moments in her mind. She didn't know if she would ever like sex again, or if she'd be able to have sex with Mikael. She longed for him, but not in a sexual way. She wanted to feel safe. That was all, and nothing more. There couldn't be anything more between a slave and her master. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep when suddenly she heard a thump on her balcony. She sat up in bed. She was wearing a pair of long pajamas which covered as much of her body as possible. She didn't want to see herself. Mikael's head peeked in through one of the French doors a moment later, and her heart stopped pounding.
