The student in front of her wouldwrite in her notebook, then pause to look out thewindow.What could she be writing? Lindy got out a pen andnotepad and... waited for the teacher. She didn’t wantto interrupt the girl in front of her, and studentnever turned around to acknowledge her. Lindy caughtglimpses of her profile – long thin nose, large browneyes, delicate chin and patrician mouth. Her skintone and profile reminded her of a cameo on a 19th-century brooch.A thirty-something man. An unstoppable juggernaught he had destroyed all that lay in his path. It why she had chosen him: A choice she had regretted ever since that fateful night."This must end." Niya whispered looking at the carnage she had caused by leading him here to those that might offer her shelter, "Too many have died already."Turning around she looked towards the mansion ready to accept her fate. In the early morning air her body trembled at its cold touch and penetrated her body to the core. Niya could see. He leapt to the side so she went flying past him and he jerked on her lead, making her fall on the floor, and choking her. He quickly grabbed his black bag and pulled out some rope. He tied her hands behind her back and forced her on her stomach, her ass in the air. He looked at the perfect heart shape and smiled. “You disobeyed me, Slave Girl. You must pay the price.” He took a paddle out of the bag next and walked around her until he was perpendicular to her. Holding the paddle in his left. Angel bit her lip. He was being gentle, kind, pleasing her instead of using her to please him. A weird act of kindness, but kindness none the less. Relax, he mumbled into her as he reached up and ran his fingers across her chest, pressing her legs apart a bit more. She tried to relax, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as he worked her over. She didnt want this. She was embarrassed, and desperately wanted him to stop. But&hellip,oh&hellip, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to send.