Zoey cried out in fear when she felt Quentin's hand rest gently on her shoulder and she stared up at him as tears streamed down her face. Her barely covered body shivered and she sniffled between loud, hiccuping sobs. She just nodded along with his words, not really seeming to hear what he was saying but clearly she did. As soon as he started addressing the others she scrambled to her feet and practically ran from the room. She did not stop until she realized that she did not know where the kitchen was. After getting lost a few times and receiving bewildered stared from a few of the servants, she found the kitchen. The cook gave her some food, his eyes fondling her body as she ate with no decorum at all, simply getting the food down as fast as she could for fear that it might be taken from her. Once done she mumbled her thanks to the cook and left to make her way upstairs.<br/><br/>By this time she had ran out of tears. She still looked terrified though and once back to Quentin's office she slipped into the other room to wash up. She scrubbed until her skin glowed pink, not caring that the make up that covered her welts and bruised was washed away. She seemed to try and scrub away what she had done, but realized that was not possible and finally stopped. She dried off and went back to the other room, not even bothering to put the skimpy underwear back on. Zoey simply knelt in the position she had grown so accustomed to and waiting for her Master.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>