Elisha was leaning on the bed in a daze. Lucerne put the shackles on her ankles again as he went out in the morning.
"You want to live wearing sothing like this?"
The shackles didn't hurt, for they were made with several layers of silk inside and even had engraved decorations on the surface.
But with the bonds on, she could only walk in tiny strides. He did it to Elisha on purpose. So she would feel sha every ti she walked. To ta her like her cattle.
Besides, he held her and carried her around last night. Elisha was going crazy.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Ma'am, here's your al. Please eat."
Sophie noticed her feelings and brought a tray. Elisha was curled up on the settee.
Indeed, it seed like Lucerne really put a lot of effort into creating this space. Since there were no windows, she figured it was an underground space. But surprisingly, it was well-ventilated; the air flowed so her head didn't hurt. There were a couple of rooms, but the largest was the bedroom.
Oil paintings were hung in the room, living room, and hallway. Elisha recognized them all as real, expensive works of art. Additionally, there was a small study and a smaller powder room. The maid's room was attached there.
There was even a dining room and living room. But she found nothing luxurious about this arrangent. The only thing better than the attic she was stuck in in her previous life was that it was more spacious and livable. Elisha felt insulted here, too.
"I'm done."
"But he told to make sure you eat."
"Do you think I would be able to eat in this situation?"
“But. . . . . . .”
Sophie's words trailed off, and she raised her eyebrows. She placed a covered silver tray on the table next to the bed.
"What? Did he say you could hit and discipline if I didn't listen?"
"He said sothing similar.."
Elisha was at her wit's end. If she had been a little more aggressive, she would have started throwing whatever she could put her hands on.
"Then what did that noble man order you to do?"
"He told to put you in restraints. In the bedroom. . . . . . ."
Elisha looked at her ankles. She closed her eyes.
"Besides, he said that if the lady skips a al, I should skip it too. . . . . . . But don't worry about that. This Sophie is very good at starving. There were many tis when I was young and lived on less than this."
“. . . . . . Why are all of his subordinates as crazy as him?"
Sophie blinked her eyes. Elisha was curious about what kind of training Lucerne's subordinates received. Sophie seed like a hollow actor who could only imitate emotions. That made Elisha feel even more insane.
"Madam, I'm sorry. Please co this way,"
Sophie said. And Elisha was really tied up in the bedroom like an animal. Sophie was ridiculously strong.
*
"Don't you feel sorry for Sophie?"
Lucerne didn't arrive until a day later. By then, she was feeling hungry. In her previous life, Elisha did not eat well, and she was weak from hunger. With chronic stress, anxiety, and ntal illness, she rarely had the capacity to cook for herself and eat properly. She was currently in good health and felt hungry and fatigued.
"I feel more sorry for myself,"
Elisha said without even turning her head.
"I'm painfully paying the price for marrying a crazy man."
"That's a promising developnt. Self-pity isn't bad either. People like that are easy to handle,"
Lucerne said.
"Co along. You have to eat in the dining room."
"No, I refuse."
"Do you think I will pay attention to each and every single thing and patiently correct your eating habits? Do you want to discipline you by spanking you with the cane next to the table?"
Elisha glared at him. Even as she gritted her teeth, she realized this was all a useless war of attrition.
"Co here."
Lucerne picked her up and hugged her. Her ankles were still shackled. The restraints clashed and made a clanging sound. When Elisha heard that sound, she felt even more ashad. And Lucerne noticed her feelings.
"If you continue not to listen, you will continue to wear these. And I will continue to pick you up like this and carry you around."
“. . . . . . .”
"If you want that, keep on acting like this."
Elisha wondered how far he would go to treat her like a fool.
He took Elisha into the living room. Sophie was quickly preparing a al.
"Go ahead. My wife will eat now, so you can go and rest. And no matter what you hear, don't co down,"
Lucerne ordered. Sophie bid her farewell with a serene countenance and left the room.
"If you don't want to eat with your mouth, should I feed your lower mouth?"
"You. . . . . . .”
Elisha gritted her teeth.
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