She hears my footsteps coming closer and begins thrashing, kicking around and pulling at the restraints on her bloody hands, muffled noises coming from behind her gag. Her back is raw and flayed. I had brought my whip specially for her. I stand and watch her struggles for a while and when I finally step out of the darkness in front of her, her eyes go wide and she rears back, her efforts panicked now, desperate. I could tell her to stop wasting her energy, the knots are not going to come off, there is no escaping my web when you are caught but I find it does not matter anyway, she can waste what little energy she has left because I hear she will not be needing it where she will soon be going. Her little frame rattles with muffled sobs, the tattered edges of her top hanging on her neck in b
