“So you are not taking me as a servant? But you like me?” She dares to look up, to hope a little. “I thought… I thought you were mad at me. For hurting her. I thought… it weren’t pretend? Was it? You being so kind to me? Will you -“
Her hand goes to the back of her head where her dark hair is matted with blood from Julie bouncing her head off the floor.
“Everything hurts, Nadine. Everything - and they threw me to the room alone and no food - no food - and I were so sick, you know? And so dizzy I couldn’t stand but it were no matter for they had the shackles and - and-“ she takes a shuddering breath. “I know it is a happy day and we have no time but - but - but it all hurts. I wished I were dead I were so sick.”
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“I thought… I thought you were mad at me. For hurting her. I thought… it weren’t pretend? Was it? You being so kind to me? Will you -“
Her hand goes to the back of her head where her dark hair is matted with blood from Julie bouncing her head off the floor.
“Everything hurts, Nadine. Everything - and they threw me to the room alone and no food - no food - and I were so sick, you know? And so dizzy I couldn’t stand but it were no matter for they had the shackles and - and-“ she takes a shuddering breath. “I know it is a happy day and we have no time but - but - but it all hurts. I wished I were dead I were so sick.”