A fierce blush crept over Zoeys contorted face. She could feel Quentin's eyes on her exposed nether regions. She was trying to keep silent but the occasional sniffle broke the silence as with each minute her muscles cramped more. Both the shaking and the pain got worse and worse. The lean muscles of her legs and her attractive, if battered, backside twitched and trembled. The former noble felt trickles of sweat already slipping over her bared skin and she stared intently at the wall and tried to let her mind drift elsewhere. She thought if she could just daydream that she was elsewhere she might last longer.<br/><br/>Sadly it was not to be. She could not take her mind off of the torturous ache of her body. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body to stillness but as muscle fatigue set in her heels dipped. The first time they only just barely grazed the cuff links before the sweating slave girl jerked up onto her tiptoes. It was the loudest outburst as she had been caught off guard by the intense pain lancing up through her feet. After that she stood straighter and the minutes passed with even more agony. Little hissed noises escaped as she fought her rising panic. She was almost hyperventilating as the Cramping feeling worsened. The second time her body sagged the cuff links dug into the soft soles of her feet, she could not pulled her feet up and only the sound of Quentin shifting on the bed brought her heels back up, now adorned with to small puncture wounds.<br/><br/>She felt her Master's gaze on her and she whined now. Every second her heels drooped a fraction. Even resisting and squirming as she was soon the painful prod of the cuff links against her soles made her yelp. Tears streamed down her face as her body gave up. Her body was wracked with sobs as the sharp points of the cuff links pierced the delicate skin of her soles. Even the arcing pain could not galvanize her to action. The fear and pain made her feel nauseous and the sound of him getting out of bed made her break down and hot tears stun her eyes.<br/><br/>The feeling of being spun forced a high pitched cry from her as the cuff links were torn free of her skin. His expression had all of the color draining from her face and she simply stared up at him as his hand closed on her throat. Her body still ached and at his hand squeezed more her pulse started to thunder in her ears. It should have been a good indicator how tired her legs were because even the hard smack on her mound did not lift her onto her tip toes. Little wheezing noises passed her lips as he roughly fingered her. It was not to give her any pleasure, it was a show of dominance and her reddening face deepened further. Still, she could not help the way her hips ground against him, twitching with each rough thrust of his fingers.<br/><br/>The hissed reprimand would have been enough and the rough slaps to both her pouting face and her full breast only furthered his point. "No Master," she pleaded before his hand closed around her slender neck, making the rest a strangled whine. "I was good... I did everything you... You asked. H-how else did I fail you." there was no anger at her lot only fear at his anger and the smallest hint of sadness. She was clearly upset that he was displeased.<br/><br/>His fingers plunging into her made it hard to focus on his orders but the pointed glare and the little shove toward the door sent her on her way. Or it would have had the combination of being choked, her rubbery legs and the jagged pain that shot from her punctured soles not conspired against her. As it was she stumbled a few steps before one leg buckled and she dropped heavily onto her hip with a plaintive grunt of pain. To her credit she immediately scrambled to all fours and crawled out the door, favoring her surely bruised hip.<br/><br/>Once outside of the door she simply kept crawling. Zoey found it easier and she was becoming used to it. She only stood to shakily descend the stares and find the storeroom and the candle he wanted. Her legs gave out again while attempting to climb the stairs and so she crawled back to the room only when she was back did she pull herself to her feet, pausing to stretch her cramped legs. She bit her lip and winced at the pain in her heels. For the first time she really looked at the thick candle in her hand. She had no idea what her Master intended, her young sheltered mind blissfully ignorant to much.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath she knocked and pushed open the door. She had thought she was doing well and suddenly an idea flashed into her mind. Was the candle to seal the envelops for the invitations. It was not the right kind of wax but maybe it was just another of his little eccentricities. The thought made her nausea come back and she walked awkwardly to him, holding the candle before her in shaking hands as though it could shield her from his wrath. She did not note his reaction though as her eyes were fearfully downcast. "H-here you are Master."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>