The Handmaid didn't like his eyes.
The eyes of her new master hurt her head. And for several hours after looking at them for extended amounts of time, she had odd thoughts.
Thoughts of mutilating herself.
She thus refused to look him in the eye for too long. But more and more he demanded she look in in the eye when he spoke to her.
He insisted it was important for her training. But what could she gain from looking him in the eye other then a migraine?
—
"Look at me in the eye when I talk to you, bitch!" English roared, grabbing the handmaid and slamming her to the wall.
The troll lost her breath, coughing from the sudden shock and the hold on her neck. She kicked at the wall a few times, hoping to get someone's attention. The other members of The Felt would sometimes step in on their fights.
"They are not coming this time!" English bellowed, "You will do as I say or your punishment will be severe!"
The Handmaid grimaced, but obeyed. His punishments had become more… Sexual since she turned ten sweeps. She was an adult, and according to Lord English, she was ready to fully serve him.
Though she still needed to learn how to look him in the eye apparently.
Her head began to throb as she watched his eyes cycle rapidly.
1, 11
2, 12
3, 13
4, 14
5, 15
6, 9
7, 10
8, 8
She squeezed her eyes shut, a horrible urge slowly over coming her.
"Open your eyes, now. Look at me." English ordered, grabbing her face with his free hand, "I mean it!"
She opened them again, the fear over riding her logic. His eyes were not right. They were doing something to her.
8, 8
10, 7
9, 6
15, 5
14, 4
13, 3
12, 2
11, 1
She soon did not notice her headache what so ever, simply engrossed in the beasts eyes. Her feet touched the ground and her neck released.
But he didn't look away.
"That's it girl. That's it."
And neither did she.
Maybe she could just…
The Handmaid didn't understand what happened next. One moment, she could see, then she could not, and she was in pain.
Horrible pain.
Her hands were slick with fluid, her wands clutched in her hands.
The Handmaid let them go and brought her hands to her eyes, the source of her pain.
Her eyes were gone.
All there was were empty sockets.
She screamed, tears and blood rolling down her cheeks. "Master! Master what did you do?!"
English's massive hand stroked her face. "Me? It was all you, my lovely bitch. You did well."
Well? How did she do well? He liked that she ripped out her eyes? "How will I see?! I can not serve you if I can not see!"
He hushed her, grabbing her face and holding her still. "It's only temporary." he said, "Stitch, do you have them?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, put them in."
She heard the tailor shuffle to her, holding one of her eyes open. The troll struggled, crying out in pain as he pushed something into the empty socket. The pain instantly dulled, now only focus on one eye. That too was dulled away when he pushed in another object past her sunken eye lid.
Both men let her go, letting her cradle her face.
"Stop sniveling girl and open your eyes."
She obeyed, shocked to find her sight back, though it was blurry.
She didn't understand until she saw her reflection.
Her yellow eyes were gone.
In their place were eyes that rapidly flashed colors.
Blue
Purple
Yellow
Green
Black
Red
She stiffened as her master rested his hands on her shoulders.
"There. They look lovely on you." English said, petting her neck in an almost loving manner, "My bitch must look the part to serve me."