A couple of weeks have passed. No one has let me out nor will they talk to me. There were times where Fenris was shown out of the cell and he would come back, hours later, covered in scrapes and bruises.

I would get the urge to help him, but would then remember the threat that he had made.

Thankfully, though, they let me change from my jeans and t-shirt into a floor-length cotton robe a couple of days after I had arrived.

I watched as they took Fenris out a couple of hours ago, and they haven't returned yet. I worried the hem of my skirt thinking of what could have happened to him, no matter how he feels towards me. Eventually I get up and start pacing the room, trying to think of something other than the broody elf I now have to live with.

As time passed, I felt myself becoming tired and wondered when my solitary life would end. Before long, a woman (Fenris called her Hadriana) entered and commanded that I follow her. Knowing how cruel she could be, I did as commanded without any questions.