CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Hours later, the door to the cellar room opened and a man moved inside, carrying a candle in his hand. Its light flickered against the rough walls and distorted his face into something at first unrecognizable. He wore black pleated pants and a full white shirt, which gave the awakening Lily the feeling that she’d been transplanted back in time…decades peeled away in her mind until she was deeply entrenched in a dream world of the 18th century that her groggy mind manufactured to explain the scene.
“What have we here, my dear little slave girl?” The man stood over her, gazing down at her naked body. His face was only barely recognizable. A shiver of fear made her entire body chill. “I understand you were punished today. I
s that right?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled, having re
