"Xiao Ling," he said. "everything you get will be bestowed by me, be it pleasure or pain."
He lashed her with the whip in his hand.
A shrill sound split the air, the pain sharp and the smell of blood filling the narrow space. Yet she gratefully and greedily embraced it all, as she whimpered and begged for him to give her more. This pain reminded her that she was still truly alive…
He cast the whip aside, removed the ball in her mouth, and leaned over to kiss her, his forceful grasp almost suffocating her. "Xiao Ling, my beautiful butterfly…" He brushed his lips against her quivering lashes, whispering. "You are mine and mine only."
