She turned to the two girls and ordered them to bed. “It is still early,” she said, “but I am tired. Wake me in the middle of the night; I wish to further indulge myself with this boy. He is wayward, but he is pretty, and using him gives me pleasure.”
Once the girls had departed Lady Eleanor undressed. She stood naked over Hansel as he lay with his face pressed to the floor. She put her delicate, pretty foot on the back of his neck and pressed down.
“Who do you belong to?” she asked sweetly.
“I belong to you, my lady,” he said.
She pressed her foot down harder. “You are my possession. My creature. My thing,” she said. “Don’t you ever forget it.”
In the middle of the night Rachel came to wake her. She brought the lady refreshment, fruit and wine.
“Give him a little drink,” Lady Eleano
