Master V: Lady Alabaster? What is your answer?
Lady Alabaster insolently moves her chin away.
Lady Alabaster: I’d rather be given away to a dog than to have you touch one hair on my head. You are the brute, not him.
Master V: I see. Well, you are a sassy wench, aren’t you? As you wish. Hopefully this will teach you a lesson in subservience, Lady Alabaster. Proceed with the whipping, servant.
As Master V watches, the servant clutches Lady Alabaster’s hand at her side and holds it firmly as the whip snaps down upon her skin. To protect her from pain he makes sure that only the tips of the lash kiss her skin and not the full length of the whip. He presses her arm downward and Lady Alabaster sinks to her knees. Master V kneels beside her and whispers softly in her ear.
Master V: I’ve give
