Madelene shook her head a little when he said he doubted what she had said. "But it's true, sir," she admitted softly as she took a seat where he indicated, giving a small wince because the movement to sit was painful for her.
Her eyes widened as he continued to speak. He needed to know all of that? Nervously she gave a small bit to her lower lip, trying to think of a way to word the events that had happened without seeming incredibly shameful to the man. "I-I'm Madelene" she started in a frightened voice as her cheeks turned red under the bruises. Well, she might as well just say it. After all, he had told her to and it would be wrong of her to disobey him after he had been kind enough to see her so late at night.
"I was with a client, sir," she admitted, looking down at the ground as she spoke. "I'm a whore," she explained, her voice barely much more than a whisper. "And the man, he said that I bit him while I was- while I was um-" she glanced up, not knowing the proper way to word it. "While I was, um, sucking him off." She said the last part extremely soft, as if she hoped he wouldn't hear. "And so he got angry and he hit me across the face, but that's alright, sir. Men hit me on the face all the time," she continued, pausing another moment to bit at her lip. "I was on my knees, so when he hit me it made me fall onto my back and he laughed. He said all whores belong on their backs and then he- he-," again she paused, glancing up to him for a quick second before returning her gaze to her lip. She didn't finish her previous sentence before continuing. "And then when he was done he took his cane and hit me across the back. He told me to count until he had done it ten times, but I can't count, sir."
After she finished saying all of this she finally looked back up. "Does that help, sir?" she asked curiously.