Chapter Four
For three days, Llewellyn keeps me tied to the chair, except at night when I’m tied to a simple pallet bed on the floor. It’s back to the chair once the new day draws. The awkward position is a strain on my arms, but I refuse to complain. I continue to refuse the food he offers me, though as the third day wears, on I’m so ravenous I’m not sure I can hold on.
We still discuss my fate in the plain and simple manner we did that first day. If he thinks I’ll break down over time, he kids himself. I believe myself resolved to refuse his every overture. I wonder if I am wearing him down, but he shows no sign of it.
Late in the afternoon of the third day, he comes to me having been outside for nearly two hours. I’m so tired, my body aches. I hate this impasse, though it doesn’t a
