Chapter Nine
I am returned to the cubicle where I awoke. Bound spread-eagle on the small bed, it appears I’ll remain like this until Henry comes to me again. I can’t say this is what I have imagined, but it does do wonders for my newfound feelings of surrender.
This timeless vacuum has no rules and certainly no schedule. After three days—three or four—I lose my sense of day and night, morning or afternoon. I might have followed the light as it changes in the windows above, but after my punishment, the opaque glass is covered with black drapes so there are no morning rays or evening moonlight to tell me the time of day. No afternoon shadows, no intense heat from a noonday sun.
I’m fed at last, though not until my stomach grinds with hunger and my thirsty mouth seems to scream for water,
