biting her lip hard she drew a little blood as well as from her palms, tears streaming down her face as she trembled against his body, the pain slowly subsiding, but with how rough he was it was difficult to adjust to his movements, wondering if she was still being punished and simply summed it up to a punishment for something she was uncertain of. Leaning her head against the wall she caught her breath, allowing him to thrust into her swollen and sore womanhood as he pleased, forcing painful mews from her, and her ears remained against the top of her head, showing her discomfort even though she figured he did not care, still holding spite for her after kicking him despite being stabbed, and punished on that machine, and now this, she was terrified of her master, and wanted to run away and hide somewhere that she would not be found. Her hips thrust back against his, not because she wanted it, but because she wanted him to finished so she could be left alone and maybe clean up the blood that was now to the inside of her thigh mid way, she would be unable to hide what had happened to her at this rate, feeling herself being torn apart in more than one way.