Chapter Nine
She didn’t know what day, or night, it was. All she knew was that she was desperately tired, still hungry, and still a little thirsty. They were feeding her, but always the same way: By hand, as she knelt or sat with her hands cuffed behind her, having to beg for each scrap. They kept her in this damned cage most of the time too. They had taken her out a couple of times, but only to let her use a small bathroom in another part of the cellar, or to chain her up and wash her down with water that was never quite warm enough, and rough hands which were brutally meticulous in cleaning her. She had intended to put up a fight when they finally took her pictures to add to that horrible wall, but when it happened she was too tired, too hungry and too weak to really resist. Now her pic
