Bolest smiled as Eleanor tried her best not to scream. “If you’re going to be good, then you’re not going to utter a single word, or scream or whimper.” She whispered slapping the girl across the face. “If you do i’m going to have to punish you.”
She continued her assault of cutting and burning Eleanor.
“It hurts doesn’t it…pet.” she giggled tracing the knife around the girls face.
—— [ eleanor recoiled as she felt the stinging reside on her face as bolest slapped her. if she ever got out, she would make this abusing maniac regret ever touching her. somehow. but now, she had to focus on not getting killed. the terrified girl nodded ; a quick movement filled with compact fear. it was taking a lot of self-control and strength from her not to yell out, yet she had no particular death wish at the current moment. her strategy was thsi: she would obey every single command bolest would give her, no matter how much they angered or hurt her, and perhaps, p e r h a p s, she might make it out alive. ]
