I'm not sure if I had ever put up the first one for this, but this follows a series of 6 pictures. This is the second one.

The second part that takes place and this scene happens daily. Visually in depth this time with a bit a background. I may also include a small narration. But it helps to see the picture with your own take of the story.

Under the watchful eyes of her chamberlain lord and master, she washes herself with the very rags that keep her warm. The sun has been very kind to her this day since the last time she has truly seen the light. Her bandages catches her filth as they get soaked and it does not help that her tears trickle down her cheeks, reminding her what her stepmother said before selling her into slavery. As even the master may mock to question; Where is her God now? ..He is only shining above.

..Once a day, some food and water. She can decide to drink the water or save it to wash her wounds.

..Once a week, she will take treatment of enduring pain. A form of training to bend her will, to brainwash, and break her into servitude.

..Once a month, She will feel it. The feeling of being ravaged with tools and instruments of seduction. For her she will see as they go hand in hand, she will learn pain from pleasure, and pleasure from pain.

..Once a Season, she is given vanity. A small gift to nurture her spirit and providing whatever needs she may to survive the season.

..Once a year, If the master feels kind, allows her to see the outside world for a moment.

These conditions are as cruel as they are even for any slave to follow, but only in this tower she will obey and for a long time there she will stay. The Master's commands will always be absolute as long as she still breathe.