His smile made her want to squirm. It was unnerving and the other servants seemed worried because of it. His voice made her start to sweat, but at the mention of a knife, she grew pale. Her blue eyes were wide and she began to tremble ever so slightly. She didn't do anything wrong! Why was she being punished??<br/><br/>At the sight of the large, threatening dagger, the girl swallowed hard. She stared up at him pleadingly, but there was no mercy in those eyes. Those dark, dark eyes. His words cut her almost as much as the knife, but she still tried to brace herself as the blade swiped over the fabric and dug minutely into the skin. She released little whimpers of pain, her hands put tight into fists. Her eyes were shut tight, fearful of the possibility he might avoid the cloth altogether and fit the blade deep in her.<br/><br/>She was soon bare of clothing and everyone present could see her thin body. Her cheeks turned red from embarrassment when she finally opened her eyes, noticing the bowl of food at her feet. Confusion covered her face like a mask as she stared at it, not believing what she had heard. He had just torn away her dignity, and now he wanted her to eat? Regardless of the terrible gut feeling she had about this, she was quick to dig in. As the porridge hit her tongue, she grimaced. This wasn't porridge..... it tasted terrible! She glanced up over the rim of the bowl, looking at her master, trying to decipher from his facial expressions, what on earth she was being forced to eat. But her stomach, though displeased with how it sat within her, was still empty, so she in turn emptied the bowl. It took a few extra swallows to get the taste down, even then the aftertaste was tormenting the girl, but she didn't make it known.