<strong>Madelaine</strong><br/><br/>Madelaine loved her brother.  She loved him with every part of her being, but she didn't actually know him all that well.  She knew the man she wanted to know.  Not the man who was actually in front of her.  Not the man who practically frog marched her to his office and pointed out her misdemeanours.<br/><br/>She didn't know the man who took her to his special room.   Certainly she had seen this man, watched as he used and abused the bitches.  But he had never turned that man on her.<br/><br/>Not until now.<br/><br/>She didn't understand why he was so upset.  She was an expert at covering her tracks, no one would trace her here.  She couldn't understand why he was so upset.<br/><br/>She didn't realise how upset he was.  She didn't even think.  She felt excited when he cuffed her, when he tore her top from her.  When he revealed her creamy form to his eyes.  She whimpered, the realisation slowly dawning on her.<br/><br/>"Mordecai, I don't understand" then the whip hit her and she screamed.  She screamed loudly.<br/><br/>"Please Mordi don't, I was only..." but she was struck again, tears cascaded down her face and she whimpered.  Why was he doing this to her?  Surely he could have just told her off.  Each time the whip struck she cried out, it stung, it smoldered, it left her body on fire.  She sobbed, begging him not to do this.   She was his sister...he shouldn't treat her in this way....<br/>