Zoey's lips were slightly parted so that the near panicked breaths would not be heard by the men against the wall. This was not something she felt capable of but she knew that a worse punishment awaited her if she did not bend to her Master's will. She was shaking badly and more so when Quentin stepped aside. She was acutely aware when his gaze dropped to the implement she had selected. Part of her actually hoped that he would disapprove so that she would not have to go through with it. Instead her took in her body a moment and stepped aside. The encouragement and the threat of what would happen if she held back were enough to make his point. She knew that she would be what he wanted; she knew it was foolish to think that it would happen any other way.<br/><br/>She could not understand why she even cared about their pain. They certainly cared little for her. They had acted like she was less than human and she had only done the right thing by telling her Master. This was what they deserved and maybe when word surely spread, she would be given even a modicum of human decency. She tried to focus on all of these things, to channel her anger into her swing. Raising the crop in a trembling hand she stepped forward and swung. Still, for all of her will she faltered, trying to stop at the last second. The blow still connected but at only a fraction of the initial power. It still drew a red line across the man's flesh but Zoey was fairly certain that she flinched more than he did. Her eyes flicked to Quentin and seeing his disdain she raised the crop again and squeezing her eyes shut she swung.<br/><br/>The familiar sound of the lash hitting flesh resounded and Zoey fought not to get sick. Her eyes clenched more tightly to fight back tears and she swung again. The sound made her cringe and her backside throbbing in sympathetic agony. She remembered the sound well from her own abuse. She moved to the next man, again closing her eyes. Not seeing them flinch, not seeing the lash land made it all easier. She could not falter if she did not see the crop about to land. She could feel Quentin's presence behind her though, making her incredibly nervous.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>