The whip flew. Aw, f**k! She really lit into me! I scampered away, tried to hide from that leather blade, but Emory relentlessly followed, concentrating on my bare legs since the straightjacket covered the rest. But Emory also snapped the whip beside my head and my ears rang. Like an animal she drove me around behind the painted line. I tried to hide under the cot but she expertly wrapped the whip around one of my protruding ankles and easily drew me out for another round of vicious lashes. Not until I lay before her, curled up, whimpering and shaking like a leaf did she stop.
“I’ve got a good idea of what you think already,” Emory said. “And I promise that will only get better. This is your new life. The sooner you learn that the better for us both.” She coiled the whip and snapped it to
