Pearl turns her head to one side, pressing her cheek against the tile as Rose spreads her legs. It's the smallest escape afforded her, trapped as she is. Her hands fell off her head sometime in the past few minutes; they're balled up in twitching fists on the floor now, and she knows better than to raise them. Except for the sobbing breaths that heave her chest, she keeps perfectly still: deer frozen in the lion's gaze. Rose's eyes, raking over every inch of her exposed body, could scorch her skin like a brand.

For some reason it's the foot against her that does the trick. It's utterly degrading. Toes digging into the most sensitive and tender areas of her body as she cowers in the corner. The thrill of pleasure that the touch sends through her, even for what it is, even now. Rose's voice pitched to its most devastating register, so cutting in its disappointment and contempt--

Her jaw trembles as she tries to hold back the tears.