Magpie gritted her teeth as her mistress rose to follow the others into the adjoining room.<br/><br/>She winced as her raw knees skimmed across the carpet, the weave imprinted upon her now swollen knee caps and scuffed the palms of her hands in her haste to keep up.<br/><br/>She did well until she reached the metal carpet trim in the doorway. Seeing the exposed metal so close to her already raw flesh made her hesitate just a second too long and the leash tightened around her neck in response. As quickly as the leather strap pulled tight it was loosened again as Magpie dragged herself over the threshold and into the room beyond.<br/><br/>Settling once more into a graceful sideways kneel she relaxes for a second, glad the attack on her knees is now over. The hand placed, oh-so-gently, on her head a second later however, caused her heart to thrum painfully as she remembered her torment was only just beginning...