She winced and bit her lip. She bit down on her tongue until she tasted blood in her mouth.
“Is this some sick, twisted way to get yourself off,” she snarls. “Don’t even let me have a chance, but to just knock me out and tie me up. I thought you people liked a…
She cried out. “Stop it!” She shouted at him. “This isn’t fair!” She screamed at him.
She tried to wiggle away from the knife.
"Did /you/ just talk about fairness? The little personified blue box? You should be lucky I’ll murder you tonight instead of in a week.” He glanced through the window of the abandoned mansion he brought her to find a peculiarly beautiful sunrise. “Looks like we’ve got a tiring day ahead of us. I’ll start with the riding crop.”