Everything was a blur to Jenna as her body shivered from the pain. She barely could stand, being pushed and pulled along until she found herself laying in the elevator. She barely even groaned as she was yanked out by her hair, surprised by Fabiana’s strength. Everything the woman did seemed to be strong and deliberate.<br/><br/>She saw the doors open and Fabiana was again on the move. Jenna saw it was a bedroom, seeing the bed and hearing the warning spurring her to muster the energy to crawl along. She did her best to keep up, though each movement was painful as her ass throbbed. Once inside the bedroom she caught a look at her ass in the reflection of a mirror. It was more purple than any other color, her lip quivering as she saw herself.<br/><br/>She moved near the bed but didn’t dare get into it, even as she yearned to feel the softness of a mattress. There was a cage nearby, making her wince as she hoped she wouldn’t have to sleep there. A bath in the en suite bathroom looked inviting as well as she knelt inside the bedroom. She didn’t dare speak without permission again, waiting to hear what she was to do now. Her breasts were no longer in the bra and her panties were torn as well from the paddling, threads barley hanging on to cover her.