Madison growled, but the strength Moussad used to push her back to the floor was something she could never match. Instead of struggling she followed his lead, forehead touching the floor with her rear raised. In some twisted way she felt like a bitch in heat, offering herself to another for release. The ultimate sign of submission. With that thought Madison tried to push up, only to somehow fall back into position, her subconscience unwilling to allow another beating. Everything worked against her as she tried to maintain a certain level of independence. The banging of the door continued and she peered up from the floor, "You better let him in. He isn't the patient type."