Chapter 311 Proserpina: The End?

• Proserpina
• I do not know how I got through that meal.
• I ate the food served, the food on my plate, which was perhaps delicious, but it could have been boiled cardboard, for all the awareness my sense of taste had of any more. I tried hard to shut off the off-colour jokes that the men were making, the lewd looks they speared me with. Quietly, my shredded dignity like a cloak around me, I bowed my head and continued ot eat.