Chapter Seven
I spend my days now proving myself to Llewellyn. Often I still despise him, the way he assumes such a complete reign over me. I don’t have to be tied to be kept from fleeing, but he doesn’t trust me. And he says that he likes me tied, he likes the charge he gets from seeing me bound. There are days, I’m freed of the tethers and allowed to walk outside the hut, but never into the jungle. Usually I am naked, a cream rubbed into my skin to keep the bugs from attacking me.
Today, Llewellyn says we’ll stroll a little further from home, and I’m excited about it. At least until I realize his plans. He insists I remain naked and that scares me, wondering if we’ll meet someone in the jungle and I’ll be embarrassed to have another world collide with mine. As long as I don’t think a
