Camilla
I don't know how many days have passed since the last time I was in my right mind. Time became irrelevant, and the more I try to focus on its passing, the more I get frustrated with how muffled everything is.
He doesn't come anymore.
Neither does she.
I don't know if she's even there still. I can't leave my bed. The leash of my shock collar has been shortened, so now, I can't even go past the middle of my room.
He took my chessboard too. Just like always, he takes everything from me. All of them do.
All of them.
I haven't thought about Arthur in a long while. I simply don't want to. Every time his image flashes through my feverish mind, my heart collapses, and my only wish is to die as quickly as possible so that, with the Moon Goddess's forgiveness, I can meet my mate in the afterlife.
