Beauty in Black
Sophia had no words to comfort Amaya and just held her tighter in the embrace.
Amaya slowly disengaged from the hug and walked into the bathroom to wash her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and smiled sadly at the frail figure in front of her. She had noticably lost weight in the last few hours, her eyes were sunk in, her face pale, and she looked like a pretty ghost. Very fragile and pale.
"You've got this Amaya. You're strong, he can't break you". she mentally encouraged herself.
Letting out a smile, she arranged the red lingerie she wore, the one lady Esme had thrown at her earlier and walked out of the bathroom.