Chapter 25

Charles Lambert tugged at his bindings, the black silk cords tied around both wrists and ankles and secured to the bed posts.Twisting the cord on his right wrist, he managed to loosen it enough for his fingers to undo the rest of the knot entirely.Now with one hand free, he unknotted the cord around his other wrist and then freed his ankles.

Ellen thought she had been so clever in tying him down, force feeding him small vials of blood.Charles felt he had been reduced to a slobbering infant, or more accurately, an old senile man who had reverted back to childhood, with his every need provided by a nursing hand.And Ellen played the part of a nurse so well.In fact, she seemed to revel in her role as his sole provider, his tender, loving caretaker, and his saving grace.