She was still. Sitting naked on the floor of a room with just stocks and a tools on the wall. It was dark. She could not figure out the time. Her piss post chained to her ankle was starting to smell, even with the lid on. She was left to sit on the floor and think. She was there, legs crossed, the smell of her pussy wafting to her nose, stronger than her bucket. She had not eaten most of the day. Just the oatmeal from her bowl on the floor, that was mostly in her hair by the end.