Janet felt the presence of bandages and tape on her back. Janet was thrown backwards, awakening her, and the car came to a sudden stop. Janet struck again and again, watching as her new strokes were made evident on Myra’s body. Except knowing that changed nothing. With the prize being Myra, who had been led away by Sabrina. Tiffany, after leaving her job, had said that she had never wanted to use one again. Janet looked at Myra’s wracked form, and realized that the girl had been correct in calling Mercy, and should not be whipped any more. Lauren was carrying a riding crop in her left hand, and she advanced towards Myra. Janet pulled her boot on again, and pulled the computer desk away from the wall. “I won’t fail you Erica,” Janet said to herself, even though she was in intense pain. The girl held herself well, though the elbow strap must have hurt. Just remember than Erica never treated you or anyone else like that.” “Yes, I remember.” “Do you want to be a
