Quentin's nochalant manner continued to unnerve his sweet new slave as he moved past her and settled himself into a worn old leather chair. Zoey was surprised when he talked to the man Jack. She had not turned when the driver had left and assumed both had left. Her new owner's instructions carried with them a threat that did not escapre the young lady's notice and she had a feeling that jack would be more direct and forceful in his cruelty should he find cause to come back. the fact tha the man seated in front of her controlled such rough looking men only served to send a fearful shiver up her spine. Still, she stood as still and straight as she could. Even under the circumstances she would remain a lady.<br/><br/>She tried to ignore the way the leather strap forced her back to arch and the resultant way her chest thrust out invitingly. She hated him for how at home and relaxed he seemed while she had to fight against aching joints to simply stay standing. she had to focus much of her will at not shaking. She could still feel the two men's hands on her and she felt violated. soft sniffles were the only indication of her struggles and the way unshed tears made her eyes glitter. The way he casually described her options only stoked the fires of her anger and gave her something to focus on other than how out of her control her life had suddenly become.  Still, at the end of his discussion of those options she found herself fighting the urge to blush. It was incredibly inappropriate under the circumstances but it was her reaction to being told she was beautiful.<br/><br/>She played her part by again decrying him as a tyrant, a sadistic animal and several other colorful and unladylike insults she had heard the stablemaster at her parents' country estate call one of the stableboys when he had caught him sleeping in the hay loft. As she had mostly expected, he seemed bored with her outburst. That only served to rankle her further. When he stood and stretched himself she managed to keep her face impassive but when the long whip came into view, the little color her cheeks held drained away. She had only seen one once before, wielded with terrible results on a servant that had been caught stealing. She felt like she was going to be ill and he posture shifted. It was suble but the young former noble's face showed the fear the her body tried to hide, especially those wonderfully expressive eyes. She could hide nothing with those eyes, now wide and unblinking as they stayed rivetted on the whip.<br/><br/>Zoey tensed as he moved out of sight, manging only barely to stay still and not follow him with her gaze. The feel of metal near her skin made her stand still and after a moment the leather parted and her arms were free. She let out a sigh of relief and stretched her aching arms. Slim fingered hands stroked over her aching skin where the rough leather had dug in but she stopped as she heard his command. even with the whip as a deterrant there was no way she intended to obey.<span style="color: indigo"> "Are you insane, there is positively no way that I would comply with that request. The fact that you would even ask... You, you are a pig! Filthy ill-bred swine!"</span>She practically screamed as she looked over her shoulder at him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>