“I don’t wanna do this you know,” the guard said, “but I have to save face.”

“Save face?” Bette said.

The guard inched closer to her and whispered, “I’m part of the resistance.”

“What?” Bette said in surprise.

“I’ll get you out of here eventually,” he said, “I’m trying my best.”

For the first time since the horror, Bette smiled and said, “thank you.”

“Just hang in there,” he encouraged as the door swung open and he stepped away getting back into character.

“You can leave now, Tim,” a stern voice said sending chills down Bette’s spine.

“Yes headmistress Buckley,” Tim responded before giving Bette a small nod and leaving the room.

“Well well, Ms. Porter,” Buckley said walking into the room. The hate in her eyes was evident the moment she walked in. This woman was stone cold evil. “I have been trying to train my adopted daughter, Tina Kennard, to take over this institution.”

“You call this an institution?” Bette spat, “this is a fucking concentration camp you fucking Nazi!”

Buckley’s hand raised in the air and slapped Bette firmly on the face making the brunette growl in anger and struggled against the chains.

“I would love to torture you, but I want my daughter to do this,” Buckley said, “she has to learn. Come in, Tina.”

Tina walked in tentatively and Bette’s head snapped up when she saw her. Her breathing started picking up and despite the fact that she should hate her all she wanted to do was feel her skin again.

“Here,” Buckley said handing her a whip, “I’ll leave you alone and I better hear her screaming, or I’ll come in here and punish you both!”

Tina’s eyes filled with tears and she dropped her head as she cried and said softly, “yes mother.”

Bette longed to hold her and wipe away all those tears but she knew she shouldn’t move. Buckley left the chamber and locked the door behind her as Tina raised her head to look at Bette.

“I-I’m so sorry,” Tina whimpered.

“So that’s why you apologized,” Bette said dropping her head as tears overwhelmed her.

“I didn’t want to, she forced me!” Tina cried stepping closer to Bette longing to touch her skin.