Zoey actually allowed herself a smile while the water simply lapped at her aching flesh. As a child she had always liked the water and now it seemed like a refuge from the torments of this place. After allowing herself a moment to daydream, she began to gingerly clean herself, first washing the residue from her face. It felt refreshing and hot and she could not stop a soft sigh. When she caught Quentin looking, she extended one long, slim leg out of the water, extending it as high as she could and keeping it rigidly straight as she lathered the dripping skin with a bar of creamy, lilac-scented soap. She reasoned that there was no harm in trying to please her Master to keep him in good spirits. She stood at his beckoning, her legs still a little shaky from the paddle's rough caress earlier. She turned slowly for him, displaying her lean, pale form marred by the many punishments and disciplines she had earned. The feel of the beaded water slithering over her tenderized skin bordered on sexual and the girl blushed at the thought.<br/><br/>She slipped back in the tub and continued washing, cleaning herself thoroughly with the bar of soap. She jumped, dropping the soap into the water with a soft splash when his voice broke the silence. Her light flush deepened at being referred to as a fuck puppet and deepened more at the mention of her making him money. Her bright eyes followed him as he rose from the chair and began walking toward him. Her face showed fear; she could only assume he was going to whore her out. The thought made her want to be ill, to slap and kick and bite until she was free but she knew that it would do no good.<br/><br/>She was positively shocked at his request, not because of the audacity to ask a daughter to betray her father but because it was so... not horrible for her. Where he was relying on her newfound obedience she was thinking about all the ways that her father had hurt her, and how he had betrayed her by selling her into this life. Her mouth set in a grim expression that seemed very at odds with her youthful beauty.<span style="color: indigo"> "My father would not respond to threats or blackmail. I know he has killed men who have tried such. No, his weakness is the card tables. That's what cost him so much that he... he sold me."</span>There was a hitch in her voice, a still fresh hurt.<span style="color: indigo"> "That is where you can bankrupt him. Just take everything he has."</span>She did not even realize that the last sentence had been issued with a tone that made it sound like an order but she did not care. Anger clouded her thoughts with the perverse thoughts of helping to make sure her father was no better off than she was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>