She smacked his hand away playfully, before kneeling down and picking Bonnie up, moving her through the cave they called home to the small patch of dirt she used as a bed. Once, it had been fairly nice, straw used to pad it, but now it was just bare earth, punishment from her Father, for her refusal to act her ‘role’ in his eyes. “Close your eyes, Bonnie…” her mother soothed “Once your father has eaten, I’ll see about getting you some food…”