Hugging the dog, I watched silently as Subs continued her work. The blows from the cane landing all over Happy, the welts from the cane easily visible. And Subs continued her work, relishing the chance to play Happy using the cane as precision instrument.

Feeling sick and more than a bit scared I watched as Subs continued to enjoy her 'treat', even as more piss came out of Happy as the amount of pain inflicted on her rose. I watched Subs carefully step over the wet patches on the cold floor and as she 'worked' I fully admit I pressed even further into the corner with the big dog beside me. Curiously, he seemed utterly relaxed and not in the least bit bothered by the tears and sobs of Happy or the sounds of the cane slicing through the air over and over again.

The big dog just sat there and didn't move as I hugged him as Subs continued to enjoy her treat. A treat that terrified me and made me realise just how terrible the cane could be in the hands of a skilled user.