Genevieve caressed the dark red bruise at the top of her feet, it was already swelling and turning violet, and there was almost a hole in her foot, as the tip of her hand trailed over it.
She kind of has difficulty standing on her feet, it hurts when she puts her weight and gravity over them, and when she burdens it with carrying herself. Genevieve clenches her feet, and moves her metacarpals, over and over, trying to assess the damage and the pain that Eva has inflicted on her.
There is also an open wound to it, as she had observed, presumably from the heels scraping her skin downwards as gravity works itself, and it hurts exactly as it sounds.
Though she feels a little better now, the sadistic woman has now gone outside, done proving her point, and Genevieve hates her more than ever.
