Chapter Eleven
Tam stood in the center of the training room. Her cuffed hands were locked to her collar behind her head. Her feet were far apart, shackled to a spreader bar. It was an enforced version of the inspection posture she had learned from Jana. On display, she had been standing and waiting alone for some time.
Tam had not been whipped in any way for two days. Even her tender bottomhole had been unoccupied, and had lost much of its soreness. She had learned to distrust periods of comfort. When she was allowed to rest and heal, it was only to build her strength against pain to come.
She had no way of knowing how long Helga had kept her. She had not seen a calender or clock since arriving. There were no windows in her cell or the training room. She seldom knew if it was day or ni
