Chatper Six- How to deal with defiance.

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I'm tierd. Its only just mid-day, but im exaushted.

I enter my brightly coloured room and inhale a complete breath.

I go into the en-suit bathroom. I undress, impatiently, doing so as i walk into the bathroom. I drop the clothes where they come off, leaving a wake of clothing.

I set the water, as always i set it unusually hot.

Steam quickly cover the glass and fills the shower.

I stand under the shower, the initial touch of water, caressing my body, as i melt with the relaxing feeling, that is taking over me. All my muscles loosen and my body rewards this, with a calming, euphoric sensation.

I let the water clean me, standing under it, not caring to think about the time passing.

Once my shower feels complete, i exit, drying myself.

I don't even worry about clothing, i walk straight to my bed and let the sheets cover me.

Drifting into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.

*

I wake, several hours later, feeling completely rested and together. I look to the clock on the wall, the time is 5:52 pm.

I call for food to be brought to me. While i wait, i dress and tie my hair back again.

A lady with an apron comes to my door and hands me a covered, silver tray. She looks nervous in my presence. That never surprises me though.

I sit in my room and eat, while letting my thoughts consume me.

Once i have completed my meal, i go back down to the prison, with a plan in mind.

I open the door to a cell, a few tools in hand.

Mitchell attempts to stand, when i enter.

I stop him "Its okay, you dont need to stand."

I bend down to him and hold his eyes with mine. "Mitchell, will you do some thing for me?"

He nods, like the answer should be obvious. "Yes"

I smile "I need you to help me get information out of some body."

He nods again. "When the time comes, you make as much noise as you like but  I don't wish for you to speak. Not a single word." I instruct him in my calming voice. "Do you understand?" He nods. 

"Is it going to hurt?" He ask nervously, like a child. I nod, giving him a sympathetic look.

His eyes drop, he looks like he may cry. I love the feeling of completely breaking a strong, powerful man, body and mind.

"Recall how I said I would fix it first?" He solemnly nods, not lifting his eyes to mine.

I unlock the silver cuffs. His eyes widen, completely shocked by my actions. "Heal" i instruct with compassion, standing to leave.

Just as i do he grabs my arm, tightly, holding me in place. I spin my head to meet his gaze. A small questioning smirk on my face.

"Thank you" he pours out sincerely. He lets go slumping onto the floor. I hear the large door echoing as i leave.

Such a good little toy.

I go up to one of the guards, who stands at attention as he sees me. "Belle, sir".

"Sir?" I raise an eye brow at him and his expression becomes nervous.

"Uhhh, miss" he corrects himself.

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