Persephone's sister -the unnamed

She wakes up to a stinging sensation.  Her pale chunky legs are exposed to the air, outside the protection of the blanket.  He is sitting beside of her, hairbrush poised above her calf. You're awake,  he says. And he smiles. Genuinely happy to see her. He brings the hairbrush down on her thigh this time. The feeling is like a thousand ants biting her, but at least it is a feeling.  He smiles.  There is one thin strand of hair the has landed on her face. He reaches down and tugs it out of her scalp. He smirks at her, his crooked grin. His eyes are bright and happy. He uses the hairbrush to trace her thigh, then tosses it down. He stares at her fir a moment without speaking then silently stands and leaves