Zoey yelped at the unexpected slap. The sting of her cheek had her blinking back tears and she looked up at Quentin with an expression of hurt and confusion. She sniffled softly and cowered when he started to berate her.<span style="color: indigo">"I'm so sorry Master, please forgive me." </span>The mention of searing a reminder into her flesh made her feel ill. She stared up at him and Quentin knew his point had been made.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Master, I do not like the idea of people seeing me like this. I do not like the idea of having to service others that are not you." </span>Her mind flashed to the memory of having to fellate that bastard Stayan and she felt the sudden urge to be sick.<span style="color: indigo">"If it pleases you Master, of course I will... but I beg you not to make me. Please Master." </span>Her tone was pleading but her face said that she knew that plea might fall on deaf ears.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>