Chapter 47

• ₵ylester
• Staring at the evil bitch with blood nearly blocking my vision was not what I pictured my night would end up to. I had plans to eat as much bacon as I could before heading to where I buried the book. But now, I cannot do that since I was bond to a rusty chair that smelled of piss. How upsetting.
• "You perk my interest Cylester darling. If it were different circumstances I would surely have had you as an apprentice. Too bad you love your little Rue." She cackles.