“What’s going on?”
“Zipp won’t give me her dress for my livestream”
“Zephyrina, come here,”
Dread filled her as she laid the dress on the bed and walked towards her.
“Why don’t you and I have a little chat, see how you’ve been feeling?”
Grabbing her by the shoulder painfully, she dragged her into that same dreaded room that she cleaned everyday.
“Now, pass me Dennis, you little bitch”
She walked towards the corner and picked up the thinnest and longest pale white stick among the selection.
Passing it to her, she got herself into the same position she got into everyday; kneeling on the floor with her eyes locked on the floor.
“Care to tell me why you wouldn’t pass Pipp that dress of yours that you only wore yesterday?”
The sensation of pain radiating through her body sent words flying to her mouth.
“The dress h-had some d-d-dirt on the hem, s-so i t-told her i would w-w-wash it and then give it t-to her,”
Her words were punctuated by the crack of cane hitting bare skin. The sound reverberated in the room as she continued to whip her mercilessly. As the last crack sounded and echoed for well over 30 seconds, another loud slap was heard. She felt blood filling her mouth, her hand coming in contact with her cheek with force. She tossed her a bottle and a tube of concealer. She let the cane leave her palm and spoke in the same sweet tone she always spoke it.
“Make sure you clean every corner, or you know what happens!”
Raising her head from the position she was in, she glanced around the room, 2 walls with splatters of dark red on the same spot. Allowing herself a moment of sadness, she squeezed her eyes shut and tears streamed down her cheeks. Knowing that she could come back any second to check, she wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her mint green shirt that had been stained dark red and stood up to clean.