Willow watched as Sybil’s back arched, her body writhing to get away from the pain, forcing herself to stand quietly. She could see the distress on Keely’s features, could see and hear the agony that Sybil was enduring, could clearly remember the feel of the wand against her own skin when it had been used in her own training.

She watched as Master moved the wand away from Sybil’s body, stroking over the skin with a firm yet gentle touch, easing the pain, soothing her. Willow remembered this process all too well; the indescribable pain, followed by soft caresses that brought pleasure sweeter than honey as Master trained her body to accept what her brain had learned. Willow saw him bring the wand down toward Sybil’s flesh again, and bit back the urge to beg him to stop; it was not her place, nor was it her decision, and she closed her eyes as Sybil screamed.