Compared to the first time she was left to herself, the next day felt much worse. The servant who had delivered the food the day before while she was bathing hadn't even entered. He knocked with his head bowed to the ground, and after Violet quickly gave him permission to enter, he slid the food trolley in before running off just as quickly.
"Wa—" The door slammed behind him, his head almost bowed to his waist before Violet could leap in his direction. As angry as she was, she could also imagine the fear they had toward Cain, considering the way he had treated their predecessors.
"…and what others he had given!" she mumbled to herself as she dropped onto the bed, her gaze on the trolley, which she didn't immediately move closer to. Instead, she chose to move toward the part of the chain tied around her ankle that was fixed to the wall, wondering if there was a way to dislodge it.