Chapter Seven
Felicia shuffled along listlessly behind Selim, towed along at the end of the chain locked around her neck. She wasn’t bound. She barely noticed. She had not been the same since that horrible whipping and gang rape. They had left her in a small, dim cell afterwards, with nothing but a thin pallet to lie on. She had slept almost the whole time they had kept her there, waking only to eat a little food or drink a little water.
Sometimes, she would wake to find Neha there with her, carefully washing her, rubbing sweet-smelling ointments on the welts marking her body, combing her hair. On occasion, she woke to find Neha lying on the pallet with her, as naked as she was, simply holding her as she shivered and cried. Neha never said anything to her, and the one time she tried to
