Lusia
It was nothing short of a miracle. The knock on the door had prompted him to stop. My heart was thumping hard against my chest. Seconds ago, I was frightened by the thought of my next punishment which was being hung by the cuffs he had chained to the ceiling. There was no doubt that I would have been left there all night.
His objective was to tame me. I never thought of myself as a wild type. I obeyed every instruction he gave me, doing things I never thought I would do. I was petrified at the thought of defying him. And yet he still saw me as a disobedient slave.
He had to be doing this on purpose. There was little doubt that he was punishing me for defying him. He was doing this for entertainment as well. Watching me writh and cry in pain must bring him an indescribable satis
