She tried to stand up but jerked back down, the chains growing taut with her movement. She took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, her voice growing a little quieter. "...Abel?"
There was no response. After a bit, someone came into the room, their hands behind their back. It was a woman. She had black, slightly bluish gray hair, and dark unsettling eyes. Something was familiar about her. "Hello, there."
She laughed slightly. It was low and sultry. Her clothes were neat, an insignia badge on pinned on the top. "Oh, Abel? You don't have to worry about him."
She looked even more frightened, studying the woman closely, her brow furrowing. For one sickening moment, she paused. How did she know his name? What if... Her voice was shaking, but she struggled to keep it calm. “How do you know his name? Is he okay? Who are you?”
"My name is Eve," she said simply, resting her hands on her knees as she leaned towards her. "You sound very worried about him. Am I right?"
She felt her heart drop and she paused, looking back up at Eve and squinting. “What are you talking about?”
She took a small object from her side. It was a jump bat. She used it to raise her chin. "Don't be naive."
Eve stepped back smoothly. "Tsk tsk. How rude." She raised her hand, before moving to strike her across the face with the whip.
Ophelia cried out, falling back and trying to turn her face into her own shoulder to protect it. She was trembling and her face was stinging from the welt.
She exhaled slowly. "I'll come back for you later. Give what I said some thought, in the meantime. He was never your friend."
“You’re... you’re lying to me,” Ophelia replied, looking back up at Eve. “You’re a liar. If Abel was on your side all along, have him come tell me that himself. I’d never believe a snake like you.”
