**Isabella**
Razor took slow strides towards me, I could feel his presence as he stood behind me. "Good girl," he said behind me. Before I could react, his palm swatted me hard, and I jerked, the sting spreading across my skin.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to maintain my composure. He moved towards the table, his movements deliberate, and grabbed the whip. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. He turned around, the whip coiled in his hand, his expression unreadable.
Razor stood behind me, whip in hand. "Stay down." His warning was clear: I was not to get up from the table for any reason.
"Yes, sir," I answered, my voice trembling as I broke down in fresh tears.
