Three more times over the course of the next forty-eight hours he would cast the spell on her from a hidden corner of the room when she disobeyed his order. They were the two longest days of her entire life. Sitting in the darkness of the broom cupboard had been nothing compared to standing in place waiting for permission to eat. Antonin only allowed her to sit at the table when she didn't move for over an entire day. Sheer willpower and abject terror of what he would do to her if she didn't comply kept her rooted in the spot. Not caring whether she stood or laid down or just sat on the kitchen floor, he was satisfied with her ability to follow orders.