<strong>Eloise Monot<br/>Captain's quarters</strong><br/><br/>Eloise didn’t know what to make of the captain’s change in demeanor, but it didn’t exactly put her more at ease. She had seen and heard what the man was capable of. As far as she was concerned, she was still in the company of a cruel brute. She shook her head when he offered her some food or a drink. She would likely retch up anything she took, the way her stomach was feeling. She frowned when he explained to her why he had chosen her for the role of his assistant.<strong> “I think you are mistaken, captain. I did not resist because I quickly understood it was a futile exercise. I suspect part of you actually hopes we will resist so you can dole out your cruel punishments. I just chose to not give you that satisfaction.” </strong>She raised her chin when he inquired about her background.<br/><br/><strong>“What exactly do you want to know about me? I doubt if anything I could tell you would change your behavior towards me…” </strong>She shifted uneasily in her chair before giving him some sort of answer.<strong>“I was born in France, but I was raised and schooled all over the place. My dad owns a handful of construction companies. My mom is… well my mom was and is a very glamorous woman. I’m not sure they were really ready for a kid when I was born, though thankfully for them they soon sent me off to boarding school. I’ve known the rest of the girls for a long time. Including the ones you roughed up. They are almost family to me.” </strong>She crossed her arms underneath her chest and looked back at him.<br/>