It had been two weeks since the incident in the woods, and Annabelle now resided in another elegant mansion as one of Alvin's mistresses. The revelation of his other mistresses left her conflicted and uncertain about how to react.
During these two weeks, she had kept herself locked in her room, refusing to leave or eat. The memory that remained was the injection, and waking up alone in a room with no sight or sound of Alvin or Emily.
Only the soft voices of the maids, begging her to open the door and eat, reached her ears. She had not actually seen anyone.
As a result, she had enjoyed the solitude, but her stomach's growling served as a constant reminder of her hunger. She felt empty and weak, fearing that she might die if she continued to refuse food. After all, she was human, not a supernatural being.
