"I-it was just for fun, I swear! Please!" The man begged and begged.
All the red scattered across the room looked beautiful, like prime roses in the early spring. His screams were music to my ears, making me shudder with pleasure as I lashed him.
I watched him as he cried out, suspended by his wrists from the wall. His blond hair slicked with sweat and blood, green eyes looking at me pleadingly.
As I cracked the whip again he whimpered, throat too raw to scream anymore.
"Please..." was all he said.
I obliged, and he was silent.