𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗜𝗜 ➳ 𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗜

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Eleanor sat against a wall, her stomach growling and her mouth dry. She felt inhumane as if she some sort of wild animal. She sat in the dark and hadn't seen light since she got here. She hadn't seen Mary again either. Eleanor felt weak, she had searched the room on her hands and feet numerous times in hope to find some sort of food scrap laying around but was disappointed every time. Her wrists ached from the rope around them, the rope burning into her skin if she moved them a little. She couldn't even imagine how she looked, she'd imagine that she's lost a small amount of weight without being able to eat for the past few days. 

Eleanor was convinced the ropes around her wrists were beginning to dig into her skin because she could feel wounds beginning to develop. She needed to get them off. Eleanor slowly moved onto her hands and knees, immediately feeling dizzy from hunger. The woman squeezed her fox-like eyes shut for a moment, reminding herself to push through it. The woman began to crawl, keeping her shoulder to the wall as guidance. She continued along, breathing heavily from exhaustion. Eleanor had no energy and felt like giving up when it clicked in her head. She knows there is a chair in here, if she can find it she can rub the rope on the leg of it. With a little bit of hope and determination, Eleanor picked up her pace, crawling around in the pitch black room in search of the chair. 

Eventually Eleanor heard the chair get pushed by her shoulder, the woman letting out a sigh of relief. Eleanor shifted over to the chair, feeling around for a leg. Once she found the leg of the chair, she positioned her wrists by the leg, pulling them as far apart as possible and began to rub. Eleanor tried to move fast, listening to the satisfying sound of the rope rubbing on the leg. She could feel the rope becoming loose as it frayed before eventually hearing it snap. Eleanor immediately felt relief, her hands now free. Her wrists burned and she didn't dare to touch them knowing they were extremely tender. Eleanor grabbed the rope and tucked it out of sight into the side of her boot. It was uncomfortable but she could use it to sneak up and choke out anyone. 

Eleanor immediately wished she had been quicker when she heard the lock on the cellar doors unlocking. She looked over at the doors to be flooded with sunlight as they opened. The woman squinted her eyes, using a hand to block the sunlight as she looked over to see two figures walking down. One was Mary but she didn't know the other man. 

This man wasn't Mister Peters, a lot meaner looking this man was. He had tanned skin from the sun, tar black hair stuck out like straw under his worn brown hat that was fading in colour from the sun. He had a similar build to Arthur but he looked very different. 

This time Mary carried a lantern down into the cellar, not looking at her. As for the stranger, he looked at her letting out a small laugh at the sight of her. She had dirt all over her face, her hair was a mess. She looked sickly with the bags of exhaustion under her eyes. 

"Well shit, you don't look too good," he joked. Eleanor narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a glare before using her strength to climb to her feet. She tried to hurl a fist at him but fell down immediately, completely weak. The man laughed before kicking her in the jaw, Eleanor falling backwards and onto her back. She let out a groan as she tasted blood in her mouth before propping herself up on her elbows.

"Get her into that chair," Mary ordered the man with a soft voice. She had hung the lantern up onto a hook on the wall, turning around to look at Eleanor. Eleanor kept her eyes on Mary, sending the woman daggers of hate as the man grabbed her arm. Eleanor didn't struggle against him, she was too weak. But instead, she looked him dead in the eyes for a moment before spitting the blood onto his face. The man let out a disgusted snarl before pushing her down into the chair. He turned away, wiping his face clean with his black gloved hand. Mary strolled over to her, keeping her eyes on her. She wore her hair the same way, unlike Eleanor the woman appeared clean in a dark green dress and looked healthy.