Re: So many warnings
It hits right away, and you know somehow that this one belongs to the same girl as before. But this time you are not an observer.
You're her, and you're standing in a mostly bare room, and you're watching a mostly-naked man with mismatched eyes and a scar along his face as he strains against the chains that hold him. You have a crop in your hand, but you're only thinking about the look on his face, and the way he tries to get at you, the animal sounds he's making, and the fact that you're pretty sure he'd kill you if he managed to break free.
You hit him, but it does nothing for the fear that makes it so you can't think or feel anything else, and you don't even jerk back when he lunges for you anymore. You wonder, idly, if the chains will hold. You wonder, idly, if you care just then.