Lola's Thoughts: In this Chapter Emily leaves the confines of the cell. But not before she is left to herself. Devoid of his touch. He doesn't even enter the room to feed her anymore. Just leaves the food.
She gives up dancing. She just wants to be done. She knows the more she resists the harder it will be for her.
Finally on the seventh day he comes in and tries touching her. She doesn't resist. She leans into him. He blindfolds her and takes her out of the room.
The POV changes as the touching escalates. This gives the reader a clearer view of what is happening. It also distances the reader from the violence. It is unclear if we are in her captors mind or just witnessing the "horror" in a sort of out of body experience.
She'd forgotten beds, what they were like, what pillows felt like against her flesh, or soft mattresses. She still wore the blindfold as he spread her legs apart, his fingers dipping into her and grinding against her heat. She was wet, so wet for him that she could hear it as his fingers pumped in and out of her in a chaotic rhythm. Then his mouth was on her sex, driving her on until she screamed.
"Yes, please, please don't stop touching me." Her breathing became erratic as she crested over the wave of her orgasm. Release, sensation, pleasure after so much nothingness. Then he was inside her, still gentle, thrusting in a steady soothing rhythm, like the ocean waves beating on the shore. She felt his release and then he pulled out of her....After she suddenly feels the need to cover herself. She refused to move until he told her she could move. He leaves the room. When he comes back he has a tray full of food. Turkey and all the fixings. Upon stuffing herself she looks around the room. She sees that everything that she could ever want is there. Her taste in books reflected on the shelves. Her size of clothes in the closet. A ballet studio is included. She feels like she has "sold herself for pretty things". She knows that he would keep her and keep her well if she would only give him her will.