Time had passed as all you could do now was try to adjust. You had a hard time, seen I felt like your eyes were constantly closed or you were in a room with no light whatsoever.

"Ah, you're awake and looking quite well now." Came the familiar voice.

You turn your head at the sound of her voice.

"What use am I to you now?" you ask.

"I suppose I can find something for you," she responds though a little unsure herself.

A hand reaches out and you instinctively grab her wrist.

"Impressive," she chuckles lightly as she pushes her hand closer to the side of your head to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Relax a little."

You let go to calm again, but it was difficult as you never knew what was to come.

"Where's Ana?" you now ask.

You feel her pull away.

"I don't make it a thing to remember any of you," she sighs.

"The one your daughter sliced on the face," you say getting annoyed.

"Ah, that one." She teases, talking as if you're nothing but playthings. "She's around...possibly."

"If you've..."

Her hand is on your jaw in an instant, her grip tightens that much you can feel the bone close to snapping.

"You'll do what, my dear?"

You can't help but cry out, hoping she didn't crush it as you'd not be able to eat, especially now that you knew Ana was still alive.

"I-I'm sorry," you apologise as best you can.

She let's go to busy herself.

"You will start your duties as normal, loss of eyesight does not excuse you my dear."

"Y-Yes, my lady." You scowl as you try to relive the pain in your jaw.

"You can start with undressing me," she says.

Just where the hell were you? Climbing from the bed, you slip off the side. You now had to make your way around to wherever she was.

"Over here, my dear." Her tone mocks you.

You turn to head over to her, only trip on the rug.

"Such a clumsy fool," she sighs as she lifts you up.

"I'm blind!" you snap at her, getting a slap to the face.

"No excuse," she frowns.

Your hands now roam her back, wondering if you'd get done for that too only you hear her relish it. You eventually find the zip and pull it down.

"You have delicate hands, my dear." She smiled at herself in the mirror.

"I try to keep them like that," you tell her, forgetting you had to be formal. "My lady."

"Then I think it would be for the best to give me a massage," she states.

You place your hand upon her skin, feeling every strain it's been put under. It's like her skin has been stretched to the extreme, but there was no tears, even if there was they might have just healed in this way. There was no doubt about it, she may have been normal sized once.

"I asked for a massage, not for you to feel at my skin." She scolds you.

"Forgive me, my lady. It's just..."

"Enough!" she snaps. "Just forget it."

"No, please. I won't comment more, I-"

She looks at you through the mirror, allowing you to run your hands up and over her shoulders, where you start to squeeze.

"Harder, my dear. I'm not fragile," she sighs.

"Of course," you nod, gripping harder upon her shoulders before rubbing circles on her shoulder blades to then push into her back along the spine.

"Ah, yes, harder." She demands.

You push against her restraining muscles, forcing them to soften.

"Ah, just like that." She smiles as you go lower.

A knock is then heard at the door making you stop as Alcina scowls through the mirror.

"What is it?" she asks sounding really annoyed.

"You have a visitor, my lady."

At the sound of the familiar voice you turn to face the one speaking, but for some unknown reason she doesn't acknowledge you. The urge to shout her name is overwhelming, but you bite your tongue to stop yourself.

"I shall be down in a few minutes," she huffed in response.

The sound of the door closing had your heart sinking, that was Ana you were sure of it.

"Do up my dress again," Alcina scowled as she grabbed her lipstick to refresh it.

You felt for the two sides and brought them together to zip up, once she was pleased with her appearance she headed out. You desperately wanted to talk with Ana, but how would you now? Thinking on, you knew you were in the Lady's chamber room, but you'd only ever been here once or twice so remembering the lay out would be a pain.

"Think, think, think." You tell yourself.

You pace back and forth, trying not to trip on anything.

"How can I get in touch with her?" you wonder as you climb onto the large bed again. "Please let her come back to me."

As if someone had taken pity on you, you hear the door open and in steps Ana again.

"Hello?" you call out.

You hear a shriek.

"Ana?"

The other woman looks over at the bed.

"W-Who is that?" she asked.

"It's me, (Y/N)." You tell her as you slide off the bed.

"Oh my god," she cries happily. "I-I thought you were dead."

You shake your head as you stand with your hands held out.

"What did they do to you?" she asks worriedly.

"Took a red hot poker to my eyes," you respond to her as tears start to form in yours as well.

She's quick to wrap her arms around you, hugging you tightly.

"We'll get out of here," she vows. "I promise you."

You give a nod as she cups your cheek before kissing you.

"Well isn't this touching," a taunting voice is now heard behind you.

Ana quickly turns to find the one from before. Cassandra, the sadist.

"And what would happen if I told mother about this, hmm?" she teases.

"Please," Ana begs. "Just leave us be, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

"Aww, poor pathetic meat sack's taking back to me again."

You grew angry again and Ana knew.

"Don't do anything, please." She begs you in a whisper as the daughter grows nearer.

"Oh, please do something. I'm feeling extra sadistic tonight and I'm just begging you to try something."

"Fuck off!" you scream at her.

"Is that it?" she asks.

"Go and pick on someone else!" you tell her.

"But I wanted to play with you two," she pouts.

"We're not toys, you sadistic bitch!"

"You're really starting to hurt my feelings," she sneered.

You move closer to the bed side table, your hand now trying to find something, anything that you could use as a weapon against her.

"There we go," she smiles as you grabbed the lamp to swing at her. "Poor thing, you're rather pathetic. I'm actually losing interest in hurting you at all."

The lamp flies right out of your hand in one swift move of her own hand, she then grabs your wrist and bites into it.

"Leave her alone!" Ana screams as you cry out.

The door now opens and Cassandra's eyes widen in fear.

"Cassandra!" her mothers voice bellows.

Quickly pulling away, she turns to look up at her.

"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped.

"She asked for it, mother."

"Out!" Alcina snapped at her.

The daughter was quick to swarm off.

"And you, what are you doing in here?" she asks before realising it was the one you'd said about.

"I was bringing up fresh blankets," she told her as she hung her head.

"Is that all you were doing?" she asked, looking between her and you.

"Y-Yes, my lady." Ana nodded. "I was ready to leave when Miss Cassandra came in."

"Liar!" Alcina snapped. "I know you have a thing for one another and I intend to end that."

"What!?" you snap.

"Maybe a trip to the du-" she then stops to think things through. "On second though, you may live but you won't be having any little get-togethers anymore."

"Y-You can't do that!" you cry. "I love her!"

"Such a shame," she sighs. "But I don't really care for love between my slaves."

"You bitch!" you scream, getting backhanded so hard you fall unconscious.

Ana quickly rushes over to you, but is grabbed and tossed outside.

"Make sure your rounds never bring you to my room again," she scowls.

Scrambling to her feet, Ana heads off. She had to think of a plan to get you both out of there, even if you both died trying.