He pushed her forward, rolling her off the bed.

Annette screamed, trying to jerk her arms free for balance. The ropes held. She rolled like a log off the left edge of the bed, crashing with a thud onto the carpet. Swinging his legs over, the young stud was above her in an instant. He slipped his hands under the ropes binding her wrists together, jerking Annette up to a kneeling position. The quick snapping movement nearly cracked her spine.

"Crawl, bitch. Come on, crawl outta here right down the hall and into the living room."

Annette steadied herself as best she could, moving one knee in front of the other. David pushed her, putting one naked foot behind her head and shoving down. She gasped, falling forward and striking her forehead.

Laughing, he jerked her upright once again, shoving her toward the hall. It was the longest, most painful journey Annette had ever made.

Annette paused for a moment, trying to catch her breath.

"Come on, bitch. This ain't no kinda resort," David growled.

He kicked her between her shoulder blades. The blow sent sharp knives of pain racing down her spine, then up to her brain.

Annette screamed, thinking her backbone had broken. She collapsed, sobbing, onto the hall carpeting, terrified of moving.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with you a good fuckin' beatin' wouldn't cure."

Grabbing the girl by her ankles, David hauled her into the living room, dropping her feet with a dull thud. There was a moment's pause. Behind her, the girl could hear the steady, soothing bubbling of the aquarium. She raised her head a bit from the floor, looking at the angel fish and guppies swimming around in the lit water.

"Need a little grease for this next bit, baby. Gonna top the night off real nice. Gonna warm that ass up, then fuck it good and hard!"