She spent a year in that thing. An entire year. It had been her punishment. Her ejibaz. For attempting to murder Tom before. He even made her eat in there. On her hands and knees. The only time she had been permitted out of it was to serve him. And after so many months inside that cage, she finally gave into his abuse, needing to move, needing to stretch, yearning to do anything but sit in a fucking cage as if she were a diseased animal.