The Progress of Six

Six Girl seems to be progressing nicely at the Capacian House. I am well aware of the rigors of her training and she does not complain much, making mention of her tribulations only when prompted to do so. In the last passage hand or so, the effect on her physique is starting to show. Like most bath girls, she is getting leaner through the middle. Her arms and legs, too, have started to take on some swim-specific definition. I am assured, too, that her cardiovascular health and respiratory limits have been steadily improving. She seems determine to succeed, though she recently came to understand that her success might ultimately lead to her sale. Her training at the Capacian is something of a trial period. She is a beautiful girl, there is no arguing that point, but she must demonstrate her endurance while learning an entirely new skillset. Early comments on her progress indicated she had the desire to learn, but questioned her strength, both physical and emotional. The most recent notes I have received from Andreas, one of the men overseeing her training, judge she has about a sixty-five to seventy percent chance to complete the program. Her fitness, I am told, is commensurate with expectations due the time she has spent training. She has proven, mostly, her determination in the face of adverse conditions. She completes the lowest tasks assigned to her competently and does not complain. The only reason she is not one hundred percent assured of finishing the program is that most girls that get this far fail in the last months. It is a matter of statistics, I am told.
I have given her some responsibility in managing my shackled captive as well. I can hardly have the woman chained to the floor of the main room at all hours of the day, so I have decided to put her on the second floor in a room with Six. In her chains, dressed in the robes she wore the day she was chained, Six was put to the task of bathing her. That will continue.
Another note - the captive, asked if she was hungry yesterday morning, indicated that she was. Six was directed to bring her a half-ration of gruel and put it before her. I fed the first morsel of it to her myself, pushing the dollop adhered to my finger past her lips and teeth. I could tell by the tension of her jaw that she considered biting me like a recalcitrant animal. Fortunately, she did not. When she was told she was permitted to address the remainder of the bowl herself, without the use of her hands, of course, she scoffed and disdained to eat another bite. She will come to regret that decision.