Marilyn gazed down at the girl in front of her, wrist chained to the bedpost. The girl had just purged for the second time this week, Marilyn being there every second she could to take care of her. No matter how stern or how gentle Marilyn was, the girl always seemed to self sabotage. Her only duty was to take care of the girl, and love her. The older woman kissed the girl’s head while she was asleep, stroking her delicate hair. “My girl..” She’d whisper in a trembling breath, closing her eyes.