Quentin's words did indeed cut deeply, just as she imagined was his goal. The feel of his seed still leaking from her made her feel sick. Still, even amidst all the self-loathing and the hatred for him, she could not help but obey. Still, even as she uncurled slowly, muscles protesting and sending jolts of pain through her, she had to wonder how he believed that she would ever love him or his cruel touch. Just a little mercy, a little tenderness would go far to change her opinion. Just a little reprieve from the endless violence and degradation. She knew that she had to act the part though for fear of his reprisal. Maybe it was all the same; terror or love, as long as she obeyed.<br/><br/>She began to press herself back against him and ground her abused sex into him crotch. She lifted her legs, opening herself for him. Zoey's teeth nibbled her lip, fearing this would not please his and that he would punish her disobedience. She was just too worn down to do anything else. She had been abused over and over by this man and most of his male staff. She had been violently abused by Stayan and she had killed the man. That was all in her first day in his care. Mentally she was almost utterly broken. There would be no escape and no matter what the abuse would continue. She had no hope left. Even when she pleased him, the best she could hope for was that the abuse switched from physical to verbal. Still, she ground her soft flesh against him, hoping to please him so she might at least be allowed sleep. His body was at least warm and it did not feel terrible she supposed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>