Her movement seemed so light and elegant. Every move she made, calculated to make things seem perfect.
She should feel proud, happy or something positive to do something so beautiful.

But instead

She felt the exact opposite

She felt fear and disgust to do this. Fearing that if she messed up, she would get hit. Feeling disgusted that she was forced to do the one thing she loved for someone who caused her so much pain.

She did her best to avoid his gaze

That sadistic and cold looking gaze

She hated this

She hated everything she was doing

And she especially hated him

She resisted the urge to glare at him

To just stop, walk up to him and slap that stupid grin off his face

But instead

She kept going, not wanting to receive a punishment for her disobedience

For her lashing out at him

Who wouldn't do such a thing?

Letting this man make her do things for his own entertainment

And him having the nerve to just sit there and smirk made her blood boil even more

She doesn't know how long she can keep doing this

To keep this act up

Before she cracks