Frances struggled to remmber how she got to the predicament. The last things she remembers were walking home from the market with foodstuffs for the evening meal & vaguely being accosted off the steets.
She cried softly as she rembers the valiant fight she put up but there were too many and the cost of her resistance was the loss of her gorgeous red hair--she must look so hideous and worried she may never find one to love her. Her deep blue eyes were blindfolded and she had fought well when they had stripped her naked but was overcome by some odor & awoke to find she'd been bound to a wooden X-cross and could hear voices some crying some screaming and voices very near her but only this alcohol breathed man had taken an interest in her. How she hated the smell & prayed he''d lose interest and she could suffer in silence.
Annoyed with his touch i finally yell out leave me alone you bastards!
He ignores this and continues to fondle me when i hear a new voice; it seems so far away i am so tired and exhausted but snap to attention when i feel His brutal tug on her pierced nipple causing her to cry out in surprise. And then she hears His voice calling her by name and with stunned surprise she barely whispers ..Hello Master.