Give comfort?

"Brie?" You say sitting up straight giving the most caring face you can.

Your voice is too quiet and her sobbing too great. She may not know youre in the room with her.

She muffles seemingly random vowels in **** frustration. "Uu!" her hands ball into fists and she jerks against her restraints.

Moving into a crouched position "Brie." You call out to her again.

She squeaks and physically jumps away from you landing violently on her rear, giving another pity full yelp of pain. She desperately scoots herself backwards on her bum cycling with what little range of motion her restrained ankles allow and blindly padding at the floor behind with her hands. She comes to a stop forcibly against the wooden wall, not expecting it to be there.

Shes like a wild animal. You squat speechless, what the fuck.

Your brown eyes are locked with her big blues, her face beams wildly with fear and you unconsciously echo it back to her despite trying to appear less threatening. Her legs are tucked in towards her bare chest as far as her heaving belly will permit, displaying her lightly haired feminine opening and her dainty, highly arched feet on either side.

You both pan your heads to the front door not breaking eye contact. No fucking way you say internally. Your micro expression of anger widens her eyes further than you though possible and her body tenses, watching you.

You bring your hands out to your sides, palm visible in a universal sign of peace.