“I can_” I sight a whip in her hands, “ I can explain sinclaire_mistress” I stuttered out, but the stern look on her face makes my heart weigh more than I should as perspiration finds its way down my feeble face.
“ kneel martins ” she said sternly, and I fell to my knees, heaven knows what she wants to do with that whip, will she wipe me with it?, or lock me up? Will she kill me?She can't, she shouldn’t, will she?.
I do as commanded, staring at her deadpan face, she doesn’t look too happy, it’s just an hour late, will I get killed?, “Sinclair I can explain!”
“Shush” she wipes the whip in the air, the slashing noises of leather against each other makes me Flinch, “strip” she commands, and my heart skips a beat, perspiration finding its way down the floor now, and my fingers unstable.
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