#Chapter 88 - Betrayal

Celia The house is much colder than I anticipated. I do not know what I was thinking, though, seeing how my father's home has been out of use for decades. Bianca wears many layers of clothes while I am forced to wear a simple nightgown with no socks or gloves to help me combat the cold. The chains that Bianca has me attached to or heavy, my wrists now red and sore from the constant friction of metal against my skin. I have become used to the heavyweight that is attached to them, growing accustomed to the way that the chains move with my body. During my time with Bianca, I have learned to live with the chains and the confinements that she has kept on me. I sit on the floor at Bianca's feet. I am forced to sit at her side and hold a chalice up to her lips, to feed her as my own stomach growls and grumbles from hunger and starvation that begin to overtake my body. Whenever I miss her mouth or my hands begin to tremble, Bianca slaps me until I get it right, my body becoming rigid as