Zoey focused everything on keeping his hand from bringing the lash again. She was not very strong by comparison but she refused to let go. She cringed as she felt something poking around her navel and her fear grew. he was getting aroused by punishing her. The former noble's slender body tried to twist away from him so that her body was no in contact with him like this. It repulsed her and again she glared up at him only to see that cruel sneer was still on his face. He seemed to enjoy her resistance but the look on his face showed a soft of strange combination of sadistic glee and boredom. When his hand shot out and grabbed her throat she did not even have time to react. Clearly he tired of her interference as he squeezed her slender, delicate throat tightly, cutting off her air.<br/><br/>Her thashing only got more frantic as he cut off her air but achieved no more for her efforts. Her face flushed fro her pale white to quickly deepening shades of red and after a moment her hands dropped from the hand holding the whip to the one trying to choke the life from her. In desperation she clawed weakly at his arm, trying to pry his hand off but with every passing second her meager strength was waning further. She can see him staring down into her face as her eyes lose focus and her hands barely even move, just lcinging weakly to his wrist. The thundering sound of her pulse pounding almost completely drowns out his tirade but she does not need to hear it to understand his meaning. His expression gives her a very good idea of what the general concept he's expressing.<br/><br/>Just as her eyes start to lose focus and tears trickle over her face, the lash lands solidly against her hip. The searing pain jerks her back from the edge of consciousness and her eyes widen as a harsh searing line of agony burns along the contour of her hip. With her focus shifted back to the welts that mar her pale skin, they all seem to burn more painfully. Even the searing agony cannot replace her need for air though and very quickly she is on the verge of passing out again. Her arms drop to her sdie, hanging limp as her eyes start to roll back. Zoey's thoughts as the blackness closed in on the edge of her vision were that she had less control than ever. This horrible man control her right to breathe and even whether she continued to live. It was possibly the most terrible realization she had ever had.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>