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. ]
That was it. If she wasn’t going to tell the truth she would force it out of her. Bolest raised her hand and back handed the girl across the face with great force.She took her knife from her jacket and drew it across Eleanors face in small but deep strokes. “Really? Because right now it doesn’t seem that way.” She leered. “You’re so fucking useless… you know why? -“
“It’s because you’re at my mercy.” She seethed continuing her assault on the girl. “I’m the one who can and will get under your skin. I’m the one who you will never see coming.” “I’m the burden that you will never be able to bear.”
"I can find every single person that you love and I can make them suffer in absolute agony.” She growled, “I can do anything I want to you. And there is nothing you can do about it.”
Bolest put her knife away and took out her lighter, lighting it a few times before laughing at the girls reaction.
Eleanor felt herself tremble in fear as the slick, cold feeling of the knife on her cheek sent small pain signals throughout her body. Her face prickled and she felt wrung with fear as she moved her head back slowly. “W-why me..?” she stammered, every word she uttered stinging in her mouth. She felt the taste of blood as it trickled down her cheek. Eleanor turned her head slightly, staring at Bolest with alarm and fear in her eyes as she flicked the lighter on a couple times. ‘She’s mad. She’s mad she’s mad she’s mad she’s mad.’ was all her inner monologue could tell her, and she closed her eyes for a moment as she made a pain-stricken gulp.
"Because there’s no one here to stop me.” Bolest laughed and held the flame to Eleanors arm. Watching the skin go a angry red, she did this on various parts of Eleanors arm before she went back again to creating cuts on the burnt parts of her arm.
“Maybe if you’re good i’ll give you something to eat.” she grinned at the girl. “But only if you’re good.”
Eleanor let out a gasp of pain as she clenched up her face, feeling the scalding sensation on her arm. She was trying her best not to scream, not wanting to let Bolest have any satisfaction of the pain she was inflicting her.
