<strong>Moussad ~ Giving English Lessons to Madison</strong><br/><br/>Moussad brought the crop down purposefully. His aim exact. He coated her ass and thighs with the sting of the crop. Hard but only hard enough. Meant to punish and bite her flesh. The clothes she wore protected some parts. It didn't matter. He was painting her a bright red so she would never embarrass him again.<br/><br/>"English?" He barked, hitting her multiple times with the leather of the crop.<br/><br/>It sounded like someone hitting a mattress. The thumping and slapping sounds echoed in the room. Those edging towards the door moved slowly so not to draw undo attention to their retrograde advance.<br/><br/>"You Speakah english??  NO!! I break dah crop of ah camel mother onna you bidonaculars first!!" He roared.<br/><br/>Moussad's hand sprung back. The crop whipped limply and bent to one sides. "AHhh SHITS!! Lookah you done!! ""<br/><br/>" Now is new I need!!" he howled as he raised the mangled crop to beat her .<br/><br/>Those trying to be very small in the corner moved slowly. They moved as limbs on a single plant. It was Throckbottle who led the charge. He reached the door first. Slowly turned the knob. Opened the door quietly and peeked out.<br/><br/>His body jerked and he slammed the door.  " BLooDDyY HELL!!"<br/><br/>He locked it and pressed his back against it holding his breath and praying that what was coming down the hall in this direction would keep right on coming.<br/><br/>Humphrey groaned in pain and wheezed each word, "It can't be HIM!!"<br/><br/>Moussad froze mid swing as the door slammed shut . He hadn't noticed any of them before. He straightened with a new rush of curiosity.<br/><br/>Throckbottle made small noises thru his flaring nostrils. He eyed the paper bag left on the stool nervously as Moussad measured him in the way a saber tooth lion thought about dinner.<br/><br/>Moussad reached down and grabbed a handful of Madison's hair to lift her head up.<br/><br/>"YOU teach mine dancing Yes?" Moussad growled.<br/><br/>