<br/>Sommer watched quietly, making no sound, no move as he finished undressing and moved to her. She simply lay there, wondering what he would do to her next, hating herself for not fighting him all the while knowing that fighting would be of no use, would only make this worse. She simply studied him, wondering what had happened to him to make him like this, to make him that that the way to love her, the rest of the denizens was to force them into absolute servitude. In a way she pitied him, thinking he could never have real love. Even in the lower levels, amongst all the hardship and privation, her people endured, they found one another and their strength helped them survive, as it had with her parents.<br/><br/>She felt the belt run lightly over her skin, drawing her back to reality, his other hand gripping her neck, keeping her from looking away from him. She cried out when the belt slapped into her midsection, the taut muscles there contracting in protest at the sudden flash of pain, a wicked looking welt raising on her skin. Her lips parted in another yelp of pain as the leather strap slashed into her thigh. Her legs jerked at the sudden pain, half closing her legs before stopping and pushing them open again, not wanting to be hurt more for closing herself to him. Her arms remained at her side, twitching but not moving despite her desire to cover up the hurting parts of her body, to keep him from striking them again.<br/><br/>The kiss then was a sudden shift, not entirely unwelcome. Given the choice she would far rather suffer the rough kisses of this maniac than the lash of his belt on her skin. Surprisingly, after the pain of the belt, the gentle caress of it actually felt good. Despite herself she moaned into the rough kiss, stopping suddenly as she realized what was happening, her eyes flashing open, frightened by the fact that even after this man started abusing her, she could feel any pleasure from him.<br/><br/>The kiss broken she continues to stare up at him, slightly shocked by himself, and afraid to move or speak until she managed the throaty words, "Thank you sir."