<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div>Catherine Montrose tested her chains for the umpteenth time. She had pins and needles in her legs and stamped her feet to circulate the blood. ‘Where is everyone she thought to herself?’ The only person she’d seen since being chained to the ceiling of this sewer was the curvaceous woman that had been brought in a short time ago and now lay sulking in a corner. She’d hardly spoken other than to tell Catherine that she was called Mary and had a common look about her.<br/><br/>Lady Catherine was in danger of falling asleep on her feet and tried to keep her mind active to prevent herself from falling. She’d not eaten for almost a day and her tight belly would be heard despite how rude it would appear. She’d so far managed to refrain from relieving herself, but knew shewould not be able to hold out indefinitely. Perhaps it was just as well that she was unable to reach the water, she mused to herself.<br/><br/>“Hey Guard!” She assumed that someone would be standing outside of the door, but why? Why would anyone need to guard two women in a locked room, one of whom couldn’t move and another who seemed not to want to? “I’d like to speak with your Captain” she called.<br/><br/>The initial terror had long since worn off, though would surely return should anyone have answered her cries, but her calls were answered with nothing but the creaking of the timbers. She attempted once more to squeeze an already scarred hand through its iron bracelet, cursing as she broke off one of her nails.<br/>