Elena looked hesitant as she rose to her feet and began to strip her clothes. She hated it when she couldn't face him when he was degrading her. At least when she was looking at him, she could see what was coming, she could prepare for it, this way, she had absolutely no idea what was going on. Still, arguing with him would make matters worse. he would only be more violent with her.
"Yes sir..." Elena whispered softly as she piled her clothes neatly (a small stalling tactic) before leaning over the counter, presenting herself to him.