A sharp sting prickles my reddening cheeks, forcing my head to the side as Isolde lands a quick slap on my face.
Spittles flies out and the metallic taste of blood invades my mouth. I hang my head low, cussing inwardly at the wild cat who has been bent on decorating my face with her endless slaps.
At this point, I'd like to believe that she gets off on slapping me.
Eww.
Fiery red hair covers my face from both side, preventing me from taking another wicked glance at the livid woman.
I dig my nails into the rough, cemented floor of the cell, making sure to bend them far back enoughy to break some. I bite back a hiss and move my hands on top of my thighs, the rattles of the chains disrupting the deafening silence.
Her red heels is in front of me as she dios down to my level, lifting my chin with her long fingers to meet my eyes.
I avoid her steely gaze and look past her.
