All the panic which she had so far suppressed with the anger she was feeling came back as she felt herself chained and exposed. She tried to reign her feelings in, but the terror that swept through her, the realisation that her life might not just end sooner because of Walden but tonight, had her hyperventilating, unable even to cry out. Humiliation burned at how exposed she was, treated like she was worth nothing at all. Never had she experienced anything like this, and no matter how much she'd expected violence from this marriage, this was far beyond her wildest nightmares. How would she ever survive this?
When Walden flicked the flogger down on her thigh she yelped more with anticipation of pain than with pain itself. It stung but really wasn't as bad as she expected. Or it wasn't until he shifted aim and power. A cry erupted from her as the blow burned across her cunt, and as he went on she was reduced to tears and sobs and pointless pleas of it to stop.