Her eyes watched the woman wearily, more so the baton in her hands. Fear was slowly turning to terror by her words and as soon as the chair crashed against the wall, Verona flinched staring up at the woman approaching her. All manner of things ran through her head, convinced that she was going to be beaten within an inch of her life she flinched even more as Cassandra tipped her chin with the baton. Her head was so crudely tilted she found it hard to breath and struggled even to do so through her nose. The woman seemed to be enjoying her moment of torture, Verona thought at any moment she would pass out. She wanted to cough so bad, to heave great lung fulls of air back into herself but didn’t dare. The thought of reaching out with her free hand and punching this woman in the stomach did come to her but she resisted for now.
In entered two women and Verona gazed in abject fascination and horror when she saw the restraints and a gag. What in the world did they mean to do to her? She struggled against the baton at her neck and the ball gag being fastened too her. Spots were beginning to form before her eyes from the pressure to her throat but she refused to give in or give up. Her cheeks slapped she wanted to spit back at the woman but her teeth were now clamped over the red ball positioned in her mouth. She felt terrified and wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry but knew that was a luxury she would never be allowed.
Next they tied her ankles and wrists but to make it even more painful, strapped them to one another. She felt like a trust up pig being basted for the next meal but it was relief more than anything else she felt when the baton was finally moved from her throat. The relief was short lived as it came crashing down on her spine, tears spilled down her eyes and she tried to scream in pain but of course it was muffled. Her hair was pulled sharply and again she tried to scream and again it was dulled completely. Verona’s face cracked to the side as she was slapped and falling back to the cold hard floor she inwardly pleaded for her father to help her. With the sound of the blade opening, she eyed it with a new terror, convinced she would be cut now or that pieces of her would be cut up and posted to her family. The thought nearly made her faint.
The blade tore through the slave shift she had worn, revealing every sinew and curve, the beautiful full breasts and milky skin. Cassandra’s face came close again, threats issued as the baton was roughly placed between her legs. She attempted to squirm away but the she-devil was holding her chin in place. In a single movement Cassandra stood and booted her again to her stomach. Instinctively her body curled inwards as Verona’s cries were muffled. The pain her body experienced was intense, she wanted it to end. Needed it too but was slowly seeing the rest of her life as being nothing but these beatings and humiliations.
Dragged from the room after being shoved unceremoniously into a cart, Verona shivered. She wanted to feel sorry for herself but her fear was greater. Certain that her ordeal was by no means complete as they brought her into the office she had been in earlier. It felt like an eternity ago now and part of her wished she had kept her mouth shut then. The other part of her wished she had done things differently altogether. Had stayed with her friends instead of wandering off through the market place on her own. As Kyle moved from his desk she could at first look at him but when she did, she wished every ounce of woe to befall him.
What happened from then on was a blur as she saw Cassandra falling to the floor by her own face after being struck. She could only gape at her, wishing he had not done that because now the woman would make her life a ruddy nightmare. The thought made her want to laugh, how could it get any worse… it was already a nightmare!
With the woman ordered from the room Kyle came to her, questioning her as he removed the gag from her mouth. The release of pressure was a relief but her jaw ached something terribly. Effortlessly he picked her up, placing her on to the couch and sitting beside her. She was too exhausted to flinch from him though every inch of her wanted too. His hands began to touch her and for now she could careless, he was not hurting her and that was all she was concerned about for now.“Please”
her voice was low, soft and gentle. It was as beautiful as she and ached to be heard, “help me.”