The Breaking Of Estelle Part 8
If you haven’t read any of the other chapters of this story you can find Chapter 7 HERE
Her nakedness making her vulnerable, her hands trembling, she shrunk back as the Master reached forward and roughly grabbed her face, forcing her to raise her gaze to meet his. The gentleness gone now, his eyes burnt as fiercely as the fire in the room once had, not with lust but loathing, the anger apparent through those blue portals.
His hand raised. She gasped as it whooshed through the air before falling sharply across her face. The tears welled in her eyes, almost spilling down her cheeks, but held back by a mixture of pride and anger. Her anger was not only at this man for striking the blow, but also, more bitterly, at her Mother. She had lied, “They will not harm you.” The words resounded through her mind. She deserved to be punished. She accepted that by now, but not like this surely. Her anger at those words now outweighed the feelings the slap had produced. How could her Mother have lied to her?