Ashley awoke confused and groggy. She had hoped it had been nothing more than a horrible nightmare. Yet here she was with her ankle chained to the bed. The tears ran down her face. Her throat was sore. Her head had crusts of blood on it. She was covered in dirt. She wiped off as much of the dirt as she could with her hands.

The man who harmed her stood in the darkness of the room. The room was small with concrete wall adorned with hooks, pulleys, and a extensive supply of paddles, rope, whips, and crops. The man hidden in the dark, Adam, held a black leather crop in his hands. He was waiting for Ashley to awaken. He thought of waking her with the crop, but he wanted to see the fear of her situation wash over her athletic body.

Adam should not have been there. No one was supposed to come into the back rooms unless they were taking a girl out to the arena or back from the arena. The back room was a place of rest and medical attention. Adam's rage overtook his oath to follow the rules. He would personally see that Bitch taken care of.

Ashley pulled on the chain to test it. She crawled onto the floor to see if she could reach anything to help her. God, please let there be something in my reach anything to use as a weapon, anything to get this damn chain off of me. She didn't know where she was, but it didn't matter. She did not want to stay here. Anywhere would be better than here.

Adam moved closer to her slowly. he didn't want Ashley to hear him yet. He wanted to see that look of shock and fear. He wanted that same look that she had when she was first brought into the arena.

Ashley's arms were outstretched on the floor. Her eyes scanned for anything in the dirt. A sharp crack hit her hand. It was the crop. She screamed and cowered looking for the source. "It's you. Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was just so afraid. I ..."

Adam hit her directly on her left nipple. "Do you like it Bitch?" Ashley screamed again. She covered as much of her naked body as she could. "Do you like the pain Ashley?" Ashley scrambeld back on to the bed. It was the most distance she could put between herself and this man. Adam quietly stated, "You didn't answer me. Do you like the pain?" Asley was surprised, "No, no how could anyone like pain." The man was much more quiet than he was earlier. His calmness made her even more fearful.

"You cunt will call me Master Adam or Sir. Any other response will result in more pain. Not that you won't be in pain anyway." This cunt had humiliated him in the arena. She had made others question his place here. She had to be punished and he had to do it.