They her down the hall, and entered a room. It was larger than her. Abel was cuffed to one side. Eve was standing beside him. They brought her to the other side and cuffed her.
She looked over at them before looking back down at the cuffs, tugging on them as if to gauge their integrity.
They were just as strong as her last ones. Eve approached her slowly, her hands folded behind her. "Abel knew the rules. And proceeded to break them. Now he must be punished."
Eve returned the gaze, smirking. "Oh, yes. I warned him this would happen." She raised her stick, and Abel cried out as she moved to strike Ophelia again.
She gasped when she was hit, jerking her head back reflexively. After a moment, she glanced over at Abel, squeezing her fists to stop them from shaking. “It’s... it’s okay...” she said to Abel, shaking her head to clear it. “It’s alright. I’m alright. It’s just one hit. I’m okay. I can handle one hit.”
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you think? Just one hit?" Abel pulled against the restraint. "Eve! Stop! Please!"
Ophelia looked up at Eve, her eyes dark and her brows furrowed. Her voice was trembling and she shook her head. “I can handle anything you do,” she replied, tilting her head. “Abes, close your eyes. It won’t hurt. I won’t make any noise, I promise. It won’t hurt. Just don’t look.”
Abel looked pained to see this, but closed his eyes as Eve growled, beginning to strike her repeatedly.
As the time went on, Ophelia was able to curl up, exposing her back to the lashes rather than her face and neck. She kept true to her promise, though, remaining mostly silent, except for a few gasps that escaped her. It wasn’t until the last lash that she cried out, a sharp sound of suffering that tore itself out of her mouth. She curled up on the floor, clutching her fists to her chest and trembling wildly.
Abel opened his eyes, whimpering. "O.." Eve turned to Abel, making her way over, grinning. "Your turn, big brother."
Ophelia took a deep breath, opening her eyes and squinting out through tears. “Hey, Eve...” she muttered through dry lips.
Ophelia squinted at her before pulling herself over to the wall, as if preparing for more lashes. “...you’re ugly.”
Eve sighed, staying as poised as ever, before continuing to Abel and quickly striking over across the cheek, where he suppressed a cry, flinching.
“What are you trying to do here?!” Ophelia cried frantically, feeling the breath rush out of her. “What’s your goal? Leave him alone, he didn’t do anything!”
She shoved him down with her foot, revealing his back and blood soaked shirt. "Oh, he's the enemy. Trying to stop us and reveal us. We will always strike back."
She whimpered, watching Abel and looking stricken. “That’s enough,” she said hoarsely. “You’ll kill him if you keep going and then you’ll have nothing.”
"I'll have nothing?" she said, turning to her. She pressed her high heel into his back. "I'll win everything."
