She watched, licking her lips with her left-over hunger as her dinner got wasted down the drain. She glared at him with anger as he stretched and massaged himself.<br/><br/>But that anger turned to fear when she saw what he pulled out of the armoire. A nasty, big black whip...goodness.<br/>She shrank back as far as she could, which wasn't far considering her shackles. She pulled on them, trying to get away from him.<br/><br/>"Please..." she pleaded, desperate, trembling.