Here eyes welled with tears and then overflowed. Her salty rivulets of despair and terror ran down the sides of her face and dripped onto the table.

Some of the little tears made it all the way to the corners of her trembling lips – and then onto her slightly thickened tongue.

Her tears tasted terrible.

Bitter.

It was as if that saltwater had been tainted and made poisonous by the acute fear the girl was experiencing.

She knew that her master's whip was going to hurt worse than anything she had ever known before.

She knew that her master's whip was going to hurt more than anything she could possibly have imagined.

The man clamped the steel cuff around the little girl's wrist, tighter than it was supposed to be. She winced and let out a squeak of pain.

Tammy learned at the last second that the insides of those cuffs were sharply toothed, so that they bit into her wrist flesh causing great agony.

She could tell that the cuff was leaving an ugly ring around her wrist – a ring that would remain long after the cuff had been removed.

The sharp teeth on the insides of that cuff were breaking the skin in a couples of laces – making the nigger cunt bleed a little bit.

Bernard liked drawing blood.

He liked the smell of blood.

He liked the taste of blood!

The cuff was so tight around the little girl's wrist that it completely cutoff the circulation of blood to her entire left hand. Her fingertips bulged and changed color, becoming a much darker shade of brown.

Her fingertips were filled temporarily with pins and needles. She could tell that it couldn't be long before the tips of the digits on that hand were completely numb, the feeling sucked away by her master's bondage.

Tammy tried to wiggle her fingers at the knuckles – and she found to her horror that she could only do this with an ever-increasing amount of difficulty.