"I'll be a good boy, I promise." Roman promised as he studied what Instruments he could play with and idly nodded along when he was told the safe work to abide by. Not that he was truly listening. He took a leather whip and played with it a little first, slicing through the air a few times before he got right into it.

At the start, it was fine. It was all going to the plan. He kept her guessing, he started small and built up, he did everything right. Until he didn't. It was hard to stop when he'd started, he couldn't hear anything or see anything but what he was doing. It was like white noise in his head.

He just wanted one thing and that was to make the stupid bitch scream. Fuck her, fuck all women.