The sudden flood of blood back to her head was accompanied by a harsh rasped inhalation. Zoey's senses reeled as she fought to suck breath into her parched and needy lungs. She saw him discard the whip through bleary watering eyes and she felt a sense of relief even as she coughed and sucked in more air. The joy of drawing breath again almost outweighed the lines of scorching agony that crossed her soft skin erratically. the dress was rent in several places to expose tantalizing glimpses of the creamy flesh beneath. Several sections hung raggedly but nothing was directly exposed. From his perspective, it must have looked rather alluring but her her it felt like she was in hell. Perspiration trickled over her skin, burning as it slipped over the crimson welts that criss-crossed much of her abdomen.<br/><br/>When he moved away to look through the bag she wobbled on her weak and shaky legs and just as he spoke about her dress not hitting the floor it did, in a manner of speaking. the poor, battered girl's legs gave out and she crumpled in a heap on the floor. She softly cursed her own weakness, sobbing as every movement sent sharp pain coursing through her body. the thought of sleeping in a cage like a lowly beast had the poor girl sobbing and yearning for her soft bed. In a feat that was more stubbornness than sense she struggled to her knees. She tried to stand but could get no farther. As he turned to face her she managed to glare up at her, but her eyes showed the terror she truly felt. He could see that she was starting to crack and when her eyes settled on the wooden paddle he could see the desperation in her stare.<br/><br/>Her mouth opened briefly, her lips trembling as if she would plead with him for mercy but she closed her mouth again. She was on the verge of surrender and even she knew it. Even though she was trying to look brave, she had instinctively started to slip back, moving away from him and the pain she knew he planned to give her. She had been bron into luxury and even thought she was haughty, entitled and stubborn she had little fight left. When he started toward her, panic overtook bravado and she turn on her knees and tried to crawl away from him as quickly as she could. Hampered by the chain binding her ankles the normally graceful young lady looked awkward and extremely undignified. In her embarrassment she missed two very obvious things. There was no possible way she could outpace him and that her pale-skinned backside peeking from beneath the ragged hem of her dress mad ea wonderfully inviting target for the paddle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>