The bridge was open. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. Not like my father. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. “That is where my cervix should be. A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived. But women—women as a rule don’t throw themselves into things like that.
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