She listened, ears perking as the lady's voice formed words at the man, words that made her feel cold inside... She wanted to go... wanted to go home, to her room, where nobody bothered her. Where she stayed out of sight and wore her hat and long skirt and her strangeness went unnoticed and unpunished...<br/><br/>Movement behind her once more and the whip made contact with her back, claws tearing at her soft, tan flesh, and drawing another loud, pleading cry from her lips as pain rippled through her body.<br/><br/>Tears stung her eyes as she was caused more and more pain. She closed them against the sight of the room around her, flashes of read dancing behind her eyelids as the warmth of her own blood ran down over her sides, and onto the covers of the bed.<br/><br/>She struggled again, biceps and thighs tightening and relaxing as she squirmed this way and that, twisting her tiny wrists and ankles in the grasp of the vines, her tail cowering between her legs as she wished she could disappear. She wished she could vanish from where she was with the lady and the sad, watching man, and be back where she belonged... back where such things didn't touch her.