BELLA was worried what Sir meant about making her happy.

He left her alone in the bathroom, and she stood there, her hair sopping wet as she shook from the frigid air. She wanted to step outside into the hallway and see what was happening, but she was terrified to even peek her head out, in fear of seeing Mommy standing there.

She turned and looked at herself in the dirt streaked mirror. From what she could see, she noticed the slope of her flushed cheekbones were deeper, her jawline sharper, her lips were cracked and her collarbones protruded farther. The mixture of her new aspects as well as the contused circles beneath her eyes depersonalized her - she didn't recognize the unhealthy girl staring back at her.

She noticed that the blood had stopped running down her legs, and her abdomen was no longer cramping. She remembered hearing in health class that malnourishment and stress could halt a woman's period. Her fingers touched her lower stomach as she let out a long sigh.

Bella jumped when she saw a figure at the doorway, and she hoisted her towel up across her chest. She looked and found Sir standing there, a small Lily flower in his large fist.

"For you," he said shyly.

Bella blinked, her lips parted as she took the flower in her free hand, and felt that it was plastic.

"I looked outside. It is cold, there are no flowers. So I took one from your Mommy," he explained quietly, and Bella forced a small smile onto her lips.

"That is... very nice of you," Bella whispered, staring down at the flower.

Her eyes stared up at him, before she realized that he was absolutely harmless. He seemed very disconnected, as well as unusual, but he didn't seem very capable of hurting her.

"What..." Bella started, taking a deep breath. "What is your name?"

Sir lifted his shoulders in a shrug.

Bella couldn't help but stifle a small laugh. "You don't know your name?" she asked softly.

Sir shook his head, his arms wrapping across his chest as he seemed embarrassed by the fact.

"What does my Mommy call you?" Bella whispered in disbelief.

Sir licked his lips, his hood lowering over his eyes as it usually did. "She calls me Idiot a lot. Sometimes Honey."

Bella sighed, unsure of how to console him. She looked towards the cracked and dirty mirror again, before Sir moved at the doorway, and pulled out a baby pink dress that was slightly more modest this time, but not by a lot. It was cut short, but there were shoulders at least, it was not strapless.

"This is for you, too," Sir handed her the dress and she took it, looking at it carefully. Sir then handed her a hairbrush, and she cringed at the thought of having to comb through the intense knots in her hair. "Your mommy would like for you to get ready."

"Get ready for what?" Bella asked, her eyes widening a little bit.

Sir smiled at her. "Come out when you're done!" he exclaimed, excitement clear in his tone. "And put the pretty flower in your hair."

Bella was terrified as Sir closed the door. What was she getting ready for? She opened the medicine cabinet and searched through the many pill bottles invading the area, but she could find nothing to use as a weapon, not even a small razor. She bit down on her bottom lip and tried to relax as she pulled the dress on and yanked the brush through her knots.

Her hair was falling out. Large clumps of brown were falling to the floor and, though her hair was generally thick, it was noticeably thinning as she continued tearing through it with the brush.

But she finally combed it out, leaving few knots but none noticeable enough to anger Mommy. Her fingers touched the cold doorknob, and when she twisted the door open, she heard the low thumps of heavy metal music and chatter in the kitchen.

She walked through the hallway slowly, staring at her surroundings as she did so, before she noticed a picture, face-down on the ground right outside the bathroom.

Bella stared at it and looked around for Mommy, before bending down grasping the small Polaroid picture between her fingers. Getting a closer look, she noticed scribbled on the back in pencil, the words: My beautiful son. Jan. 1983.

When she flipped the photo over, her breath caught in her throat. It was a photo of Cole, clearly in pain, with his large eyes looking at the camera in distress and his teeth clenched, as Sir was dragging the blood-covered Pocket knife across his flesh.

Bella licked her lips and swallowed heavily as she left the photo where it was and stood to her feet, walking back into the kitchen with trembling knees.

Mommy was sitting at the table with Sir, who had just put down a needle when Bella arrived. Mommy's dark eyes stared at her, filled with subdued envy, as Bella walked closer towards them with her fingers intertwined.

"Hello slut," Mommy said out loud, her eyes darkening, if that were even possible. She gestured for Bella to come closer. "We are going to bond. Here," she said, sliding a filled bottle of liqueur across the table to Bella.

Bella caught it before it could fall to the floor, and she widened her eyes as she looked at Mommy in confusion.

"Chug it," Mommy ordered, a terrifying cackle emitting from her throat as she patted Sir on the back roughly.

"Chug it?" Bella repeated in question, staring at the bottle.

"Yes, you dumb slut. Drink it, drink it all," Mommy ordered, and Bella just swallowed.

"I... I really, I really don't know if I can," Bella tried to say, but Mommy would not allow it.

"Drink it this second," Mommy ordered, her deep and raspy voice growing vicious as Bella continued to disobey her. "Or else."

Bella looked at Sir who was sitting beside Mommy, a dazed smile on his lips that exposed his rotting teeth.

Bella noticed that Mommy had the Polaroid camera sitting in front of her. She stared at the lens, before looking back down at the alcohol.

She had to earn Mommy's trust. She pressed the bottle to her lips and tilted it, immediately tasting the burning sensation of the liquid that practically singed her throat and made her eyes stream. She withdrew, coughing and gagging into her arm, as Mommy laughed at her.

"Continue," Mommy ordered, and Bella stared at her through tear-filled eyes.

Bella pressed the bottle to her mouth again and continued drinking it, ignoring the terrible taste and the evil sensation it brought upon her. How could anybody like drinking this? As she continued pulling the bottle away after a long, forceful swig, she noticed that her vision would rock and her head felt... different. She coughed and shook her head, rubbing her eye as she continued drinking the liquid.

And as she swallowed more and more, each sip became more tolerable, until it was going down her throat like water. She couldn't drink the entire bottle, though, so she drank about half of it until Mommy called for her to stop.

Bella heard the shutter of the camera Mommy was holding, and the flash hurt her eyes. Why was she taking pictures? She didn't have the energy to care too much in that moment.

Bella put the bottle down on the table, and looked at Mommy, giggling when she noticed that Mommy had a big smile on her lips. Bella kept giggling, she truly couldn't stop - everything felt different. When she took a step towards Mommy, she didn't feel attached to her body.

"That's my girl!" Mommy exclaimed proudly. "How do you feel?" Mommy whispered, narrowing her eyes.

"Good," Bella said, blinking a few times to steady her vision but to no avail.

"Come here!" Mommy ordered, holding her arms open as she swayed to the heavy music blaring through the speakers of the record player.

A hug? Bella had never gotten a hug from even her own, real mother. Bella continued to giggle as she practically threw herself into Mommy, inhaling the scent of cigarettes and vomit but ignoring it as Mommy tightened her arms around Bella.

It was a strange sensation, feeling so light and ignorant to everything around her. Bella had almost forgotten about the situation, and basked in the fact that she was actually gaining Mommy's trust in that moment.

"Take her downstairs," Mommy laughed as she sipped her own alcohol, sloppily taking Sir's hand in hers. "And let her go to sleep."

Bella furrowed her eyebrows. "But I don't wanna go downstairs!" she slurred, but Mommy just put her finger up to Bella's lips.

"There will be more bonding. I promise, little slut," Mommy mumbled, before Sir stood up and wobbled, walking over to Bella.

Bella was swaying as she stood there, pouting while Sir took her hand and led her towards the basement stairs.

"Goodnight!" Mommy called down the stairs, cackling loudly as the basement door slammed shut, and Sir helped Bella down each step.

"That was fun!" Bella exclaimed excitedly.

"Goodnight," Sir said to Bella, just before they arrived at the door to the room Elliot and Cole were in.

Bella stared at him, trying to stop her vision from blurring as she grinned widely.

"Goodnight!" Bella garbled in response, nearly falling against the door as she watched Sir turn and walk up the stairs.

He left and enclosed Bella in darkness as she stood in the basement corridor, unable to stop giggling. She was extremely intoxicated, but her plan was working.

They would be out of there in no time.

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