#Chapter 21: Sirius’s Little Prisoner

Sirius has locked me in his room as his prisoner for two weeks. At first, I banged on the door and demanded that Sirius speak to me so that I would not be silenced and disregarded. He could not brand me as a mistress, especially not his mistress, without my permission. Guards had politely asked me to stop, so I asked them to send Sirius some messages. But despite me sending message after message, Sirius said each time that I had dug my grave. He even told the guards to disregard me, that I could scream myself raw for all he cared. He would not come to talk to me, and all he would tell the guards to say to me was that this was my own doing. I only had myself to blame. Despite Sirius’s bedroom being about to swallow Alston and I’s entire apartment, I can’t help but feel claustrophobic, moving between the small couch area where I eat and read from Sirius’ collection of classic texts. His large bed, where I lay for my sleepless night, and his bathroom with a jacuzzi tub I haven’t use