Sick. Nervous. Nauseas. Angry. Afraid. Hopeless. All the feelings at once she felt as she walked up to the door and rang the bell.
The door opened by a woman in her late 20's. She had walnut brown hair and light eyes. Her thin lips cracked up with a smile when she saw Ellanor.
"Oh my God! I can't believe you're back!"
She threw herself around Ellanors neck and gave her a warm and hard hug.
"Ah..." Ellanor exclaimed as her ribs were crushed together.
The other woman released her immediately.
"Sorry, sorry! I forgot." she said nervously as she placed her hands on Ellanors shoulders. "Come on in. You must be tired. Watson said you must rest."
Ellanor had no idea who this woman was, but by the look of things this woman knew her. She was showed to a small room beside the kitchen. In the room was four beds, and in the bed closest to the door the woman showed that Ellanor should sleep.
"Rest now. Mr. Demos will be home in an hour."
"Mr... Demos?"
"James..."
The woman left the small bedroom and Ellanor sank down on her bed.
The following days Ellanor was cooking, cleaning, washing, being raped and slapped. When the fourth day came to an end she curled up on the bed and cried silently. Now she understood why she left in the first place.
A faint knock could be heard on the door.
"Ellanor, your doctor is here." It was the woman who had greeted her when she came back, and she had found out that her name was Sarah.
When Watson came through the door she flung herself around his neck. Buried her wet face where the neck and shoulder meets and began sobbing more loudly.
Watson laid his arms around her and rested his head on hers.
"There, there" he whispered in her ear. "It will be alright."
He stroke her back.
Ellanor broke free from the hug, eyes red and swollen.
"How can it? He treats me like an object. Whenever he walks in and give me the sign, I have to be on all four... which if you wonder has happened every day..."
She dried her tears.
"These bruises are new..."
She showed him her upper arms.
"How can it possibly be alright?!"
Watson sighed and drew her into his embrace again.
"I'm sorry... I'm SO sorry that I had to let you go back to this place again. But we had no choice."
He let her go again and his eyes ran up and down her body.
"How is the ribs?"
"They are fine... healing nicely." she replayed and sat down on the bed.
Watson sat down beside her. He took her hands in his. Their eyes met and Watson could see the damage that has been done. The light in her eyes that he had seen the first day when she woke up was gone. She looked worn and thin - and it had only been four days.
"I am sorry that I can't do more."
Ellanor smiled a brave smile. They sat for another few minutes and Watson gave her a quick exam. When he saw that she was doing alright, beside the tyrant as an employer, they stood and gave each other one last hug.
"Please help me..." she whispered with a pleading voice before she let him go.