Slowly, Paige regained her strength. She found herself as weak as a newborn babe, as when Taylor had ordered Julia to release her from the rack. But in the dungeon, Taylor helped Paige recover. No such thing now.
Paige set her jaw in determination. Stand up. Don’t crawl. Lock the knees if you have to, but don’t give Anya the pleasure of seeing you beaten down. There. We’re up now. Good. First step. Next step. Another. We’re doing it!
Like a stiff robot, Paige got through the archway, the silk curtains trailing over her shoulders. Her movements smoothed somewhat as she crossed the main room, yet her leg muscles protested every step.
She grit her teeth. Hang on! Don’t fall. Not on your hands and knees. There’s the b***h, lounging in a padded metal recliner as if nothing
