I did everything the guard demanded of me. All pretense of my authority was lost; now, the guard was just my jailer, and we both knew it. 

Once the guard was gone and I had been released from my straitjacket, I stared down at that reviled necklace. Immediately, I took it off, left it on the floor in the corner. Maybe if I kept it in the room with me it would stay off of me. Feeling incredibly weak, I crawled over to my food, feeling half naked with my belly exposed. At least it was no longer marred by scars. 

My stomach groaned at the smell of food; I was starving! I practically devoured it, not caring what they might have put in it. Far too quickly, it was all gone. Only then did I realize how badly I needed a shower. I crawled to the center of the room, positioning myself at an angle that allowed me to inspect the shower. There was no way I would be able to use that on my own. I sighed, lying on my side and feeling pitiful. All I could do now was wait for someone to come visit me again, for whatever reason. If it didn't happen soon, I was bound to fall asleep again, this time out of sheer boredom.