Lockdown has never bothered me until now.
It's like being with Kirill all over again, minus the constant torture. He kept me in one room for an entire month. Sometimes tied to the bed, sometimes standing and tied to the wooden posts of the four-poster frame. Rationally, I know this isn't the same, but I can't bring myself to go to the common room or to see any of the other women yet being stuck in our bedroom makes me feel like my brother is going to walk through that door at any moment and pick up where he left off.
I can't sleep the last few days, and when I do, I wake up screaming, covered in sweat.
Eoin doesn't show how much it bothers him, but I can tell it does. He's had black bags under his eyes for days, which means he isn't sleeping either. I hate putting him through th
