Chapter Twelve
Awakening
I awoke from what could not have been a natural sleep and it took me quite some time to gather my wits about me. I knew at once I was still a prisoner in my new security cot within the converted Drawing Room of my own home, for just centimetres above me were the coated bars of the removable cage that prevented my rising from the white rubber-sheathed mattress. There was a dull ache in my stomach and pain from the area around my navel. I tried to raise myself a little, then immediately became aware once more of the crushing white tube of rubber; the corset Herr Wolfe had fashioned for me at the behest of Frau Baxter, my Governess. There was no way I could bend my body at the tiny waist that the corset had forced upon me, as its internal metal boning prevented any
