Time passed without any signal or warning. Any attempts at tracking the days soon became trivial for Sabrina as she was sure there were some days the guards neglected to bring her meals. Her mind grew weary, she found no hope in counting the days until she was hung.
Further, there was no point in sleep for Sabrina, for every time she allowed herself the once sweet release she found herself shrouded in even more despicable darkness. She dreamt of John and her family as usual, but the pervertedness of her reality found it's way to seep in her unconscious mind. Nightmares plagued her, Sabrina struggled to keep her eyes open as long as she could.
And then, as if all of a sudden, she was transported to the Shelby Manor, the scene was set much like the night she returned for the wedding. Hundreds gathered in the great room, spread across a long table was a decedent feast. Sabrina was sat at one end, facing Thomas at the head. Henry was to the right of her, rattling off about something or the other to John who sat besides him like old friends. Voices filled the room and blurred her perceptions, she tried to reach out to John in hopes of grounding herself, but it was as if the table was stretching in reaction, whisking John away from her.
