“Zarah sends her regards. She thought this a much more suitable punishment then putting an ost in your couch.” The last words I would hear before my nightmare began.I had not left quick enough and soon I found that I was not the only one mulling over my future.
Within the security of my rented room I awoke at the sound of Charm’s cry, only to have a cloth doused with slave scent thrust over my mouth and nose. Darkness enfolded upon me quickly and the words I last heard had betrayed my hope of never being found.
Days have passed; I’m not quite sure how many, having lost count, so much of the last hand a blur. Though no collar has yet been thrust about my neck, I have no doubts of the direction my life is being driven in. I lay awake at night, wondering if my daughter misses me. Does she cry for me, or has she forgotten me by now. Does Gabriel wonder why I did not return with her? Or is he happy to be rid of his brother’s companion who he almost seduced. Does he even have an inkling of what his dear Zarah has done.. Or did he approve this tragedy.
How long do I have before the banded chain around my ankle mimics that which will soon embrace my throat?
An ost would have been more merciful. But then, mercy had never been Zarah's plan.
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