Zoey cringed when she saw her father, saw his eyes take in what had become of her. It was more humiliating than the day before when Quentin had subjected her to fellatio training. Tears stung her eyes and a repressed sob echoed in the silence of the room. This was no act to lure her father in. The feel of his eyes on her was terrible. Those eyes had once held pride for his only daughter and now all she saw was the complete and utter disgust. She could feel the vibration in the floorboards under her bare feet when her father stomped up to her. Tears slid over her cheeks and she cowered, screaming for her to show him her Master. She sobbed openly, not turning at first.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Please father, I must take you to him but first I beg you to free me. Please father, help me. I-I cannot stay here. I will not last long. The things he has made me do... Please save me. You cannot mention that I have said these things to you or he will have me ra... he will have me beaten again father." </span>She let her wide, bloodshot green gaze look up at her father so he could see the honest desperation on her face. She knew that for all of his many faults her father did care for her and there was no way that what he saw and heard did not have an impact.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"F-follow me father and I will take you to him." </span>She turned on her heel and began to leave him to where Quentin is waiting. She knew that he would not miss her pained stride or the bruised and battered state of her bottom. Quietly her humiliation receded only to be replaced with anger. If her father lost everything it was only what he deserved. She had everything taken from her because of him so it was only fair that he lose everything as well.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>