<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">A slow hiss escaped her lips, her body hanging mostly limp, aside from a few twitches. She’d watched him do this to people before, watched him use pleasure as an implement of torture. Pain only got you so far. Shame on the other hand… it was good that she didn’t really have that. Pride however… that was going to be how he tried to break her. She twiched again as his finger slid into her, their previous exploits explaining how he found the right places to hit so easily. Her teeth ground into the leather, breath escaping more heavily now.</span>