The slap turned my head and burned my cheek. I knew from experience I would have a bright red splotch across my face for several minutes and possibly a light bruise later tonight, my body was far too dramatic for my taste. But in responce to her slap I just laughed, a self satisfied chuckled that would probably earn me another punishment or at the very least frustrate the her. Her punishments scared me little now, she'd just tipped her hand as far as I was concerned, if physical abuse and tattoos as evident from her threats Effie were her punishments of choice I'd rather be punished by her then Goodfellow, I knew those methods held little chance of success.<br/><br/>I listened with half an ear to her explanation and just half smiled "hmm I'll have to keep that in mind." I said with a satisfied smirk, as I added the idea of slipping off the grounds to my growing list of ways to break the rules.<br/><br/>My mind turned back to Charlotte, they didn't want to crush her with this little show I thought with a sneer the very idea not making a whole lot of sense. Glancing down at Effie I wondered vaguely if they actually thought that the people being trained here weren't being destroyed, at least in some small way. How could anyone be happy, like that I though with a bit of confusion and a lot of lothing as I gazed down at Effie my nose wrinkling as if smelling something bad.