My apologies that this took so long to post.It is a complex chapter and as a novice to AI images, I could not get what I wanted. The chapter ran very long so it will be posted over two days, tomorrow will be 11B, The whipping of Hannah Quigley
Tale 11A Feeding Hannah Quigley
Hannah’s
cell was something out of a medieval movie. Stone flagstones made up the floor,
the walls were of the quarried stone blocks that made up the foundation and
cellars of Dragonwyck House. The ceiling was slightly vaulted; there was no
natural light. The illumination came from a single incandescent bulb in the far
corner, high in a sconce on the wall. It was a dismal room. The large cell was
designed for more than one prisoner and was some twenty feet by thirty. Hannah
was secured to a wall, out of sight of the barred window in the sturdy oak
door. Her back was to me; she was sobbing.
“How can I eat this? there is no way I can eat this.”
I approached
the girl, my boots made little or no sound. Hannah was kneeling with her back
to me. She had a heavy iron collar around her neck; a chain ran from the collar
to a ring bolt secured to the wall. Except for a pair of lacy red panties, the
girl was nude. I cleared my throat; she did not respond. I crouched behind her
and gently touched her arms. The poor girl started violently but did not turn
around.
“Hannah? Hannah, Barbara is worried about you. How did you
come to be in this state?”
The crying
stopped, but she did not move.
“Hannah” It is me, Patrick Masters. How did you come to be in
this state?”
“I can’t eat my food. They did not bring me a spoon. How can
I eat my food if they didn’t bring me a spoon? They brought me a spoon at
breakfast, but they didn’t bring me a spoon now. I haven’t eaten all day and I
have no spoon.”
