Ellen isn’t sure what she expected. A gaol, maybe; some dank dungeon cell, or something like a workhouse. She certainly hadn’t expected…this. A house that looks luxurious and feels much darker, a Governor with enough spare guineas to slip a few to the Magistrate. One look at the girl she’s to live alongside is enough to tell her what kind of world she’s found herself in: a world where her obedience is thrashed into her, where her body is the currency with which a price is paid.
This is a lush, sinister fantasy of fear and control, one of the most detailed period pieces we’ve published here. And Ellen’s arrival in the Governor’s house is only the beginning of her story…
