The factory ceiling was lit by only an old bulb, casting a dim, yellowish light. Her hands and feet were tied up. Originally, she had curled her legs and leaned against the pillar, but the floor was too dirty. She couldn't bear the thought of Josie sitting directly on it, so she decided to let her sit on her lap instead.
Josie finally let go of her, shifting her body and sitting down on her lap. After a while, as if realizing that sitting like this for too long would hurt her legs, Josie climbed down and sat on the floor beside her.
Clarisse had dressed her in a little skirt today, with pure white tights underneath. As Josie sat down, her tights instantly became dirty. She sat there obediently, her big, tear-filled eyes nervously fixed on her, as if watching her would keep the fear at bay. Her tiny shoulders shook with silent sobs, but she refused to make a sound.
