I have permission to go out, running. As always there are rules. I wear a high-visibility vest, so he can watch me from upstairs, and a baseball cap hides my face. I’ve been dieting, lifting weights. Now I’m running, transforming myself because of the other, younger, woman.
Am I jealous of her? Of course.
After my run, he allows me to use his en suite bathroom, then escorts me back to my personal space in the basement.
The younger woman is in the cage beside mine.
Snivelling, she says: “Why didn’t you escape?”
“You’d like that,” I sneer, “wouldn’t you?”
Am I jealous of her? Of course.
After my run, he allows me to use his en suite bathroom, then escorts me back to my personal space in the basement.
The younger woman is in the cage beside mine.
Snivelling, she says: “Why didn’t you escape?”
“You’d like that,” I sneer, “wouldn’t you?”
