The next day Stoker appeared. “Master says I am to take you outside.”
“Outside?” Eleanor could hardly believe it.
“I’ve built a latrine outside the dungeon. I’m taking you to use it.”
With a key he unlocked the chain from the wall, holding the end securely in his hand. “On your knees,” he said.
“What? Why?” Eleanor protested.
Stoker slapped her hard across the cheek, then did it again. “Do as I tell you if you don’t want another slap. And another.”
She didn’t, so she got down on her knees.
“You are chained like a dog,” he said. “And when I am in charge you will behave like a dog. Now get down and crawl.” He led her out through the open door. He walked fast and she struggled to keep up with him; crawling was awkward. Her knees hurt on the rough ground outside the dungeon. But it was
