Fate of a slave

In one life is one in a million the impossible possible. I needed a century of games with groups of bodies to be able to massage her brains till she feels the vibration of her body on the dance of her wish to fear. It is a honor to let her suffer. The bullwhip is the professional designer of the marks on her little teeny body. She sings the pain, the red and blue are the witnesses. I promise her real hell... Next time.